SHARING A SHOWER WITH MOM

PART 2

Then she turned me around so I was facing her and pulled my hands away from my body. I was fully exposed to her gaze. She smiled at me, radiating with maternal pride.

“Don’t be shy Val, you have a great body! You really should show

it off some more” she said. “Remind me to get something nice for you when we go

shopping. What size are you now?”

“32B” I murmured, embarrassed by her praise.

“I’ll buy you the blackest and skimpiest bikini they have. It’ll

make all the boys go crazy”

“You don’t have to buy me anything, I like the bathing suit I

have” I objected, knowing it would be pointless.

“Come on, you’ll love it. It’s fun to tease the boys.” She

grinned.

“Maybe” I said, hoping she would forget about it. Trying to

steer the conversation in a different direction, I asked her for the shampoo,

claiming I wanted to wash my hair before the water ran out.

Instead of handing me the bottle, mom turned me around again and

pulled the elastic band from my hair. “Let me wash your hair for you honey, and

then you can do me later, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, glad my attempt was successful.

Mom began to massage the shampoo into my wet hair. I thought it

was actually quite nice; maybe sharing a shower wasn’t so unpleasant after all.

“I haven’t done this since you broke your wrist, remember?” mom

began talking again and we chatted while she washed my hair and proceeded to

rinse out the shampoo.

But as she applied the conditioner, something disturbing caught

my eye. A ray of light shone in through a hole in one of the walls that divided

the shower stalls. It was a round hole of about two inches wide and three feet

off the ground. It was as if there once had been a sink on the wall, but they

never covered up the hole.

“Mom, look! There’s a hole in the wall” I said to mom, pointing

at it.

Mom’s eyes grew wide and a smile formed on her lips.

“Oh my!” She gasped, “I haven’t seen one of those for years! Do

you know what kind of hole that is?”

“Is it an old drain hole?” I asked.

“No, it’s a lot more fun than that”

“Is it… a peephole?”

“Sort of. It’s called a gloryhole, can you see what’s on the

other side of the wall?”

I got on my knees and peered through the hole. What I saw was a

cubicle, much like this one. “It’s another shower stall”

“I bet you one hundred dollar it’s the men’s shower you’re

looking at” mom said. “Is there anyone in there?”

“No, it’s empty” I replied relieved.

“That’s too bad. I used to have great fun with those holes when

I was your age. Now come here, so you can wash my hair before the hot water

runs out again. Just keep an eye on the hole, maybe we can have some fun

later.”

She handed me the shampoo and turned her back to me. Like she

had done for me, I applied the shampoo and massaged it into in a thick lather.

Mom was moaning softly, obviously enjoying the treatment I gave her. I was

hoping we were still the only ones in the bath house, as the noises would

surely give the wrong impression of what was going on in the stall. Even I was

a little disturbed by her reaction. I knew how freely she expressed her

sexuality, but was she deliberately pushing her butt into me? And did I really

see her tug on her n*****s, or was she just soaping her breasts?

I was glad I was almost finished, this shower with mom was

getting more awkward every minute. However, it was about to get even worse.

After I had rubbed the conditioner into her hair, she turned around again and

gathered a can of shaving foam from the bag. She sprayed a little on her hand

and applied it on her pubic mound. Then she leaned against the wall, lifted her

leg high and lathered up her p***y as well.

“I’m sorry Val, but I have to do this,“ mom apologized while she

grabbed a pink razor. “If I don’t, your father won’t eat my p***y tonight.”

While she was divulging this very inappropriate piece of

information, she expertly moved the razor over her privates. It was an

intriguing sight and I couldn’t help but stare at mom’s obscenely exposed

vagina. Mom smiled as she caught me looking at her and I felt my cheeks go red

as I quickly turned away.

“Do you want to shave yours too? She asked innocently, as if

talking about shaving p*****s was something normal to do with your mom.

I simply shook my head, not sure what to say.

“I could do it for you, if you don’t know…” she suggested.

“No mom, I’m fine” I snapped back, hoping there would be no more

talk about it.

Luckily, mom seemed to take the hint and didn’t push the subject

any further.

“I guess you are” she sighed and put the shaving kit back in the

bag. “If I looked like you, maybe I wouldn’t have to either”

I hardly ever shaved my p***y, although I did always trim the

edges. I didn’t like it and frankly, there was no real need for it. I had only

a small amount of fine hair down there anyway and, as a natural blonde, the

light sprinkling was barely visible. My friend once confessed to me she thought

I had the cutest p***y of all the girls in our volleyball team, something I was

actually quite proud of.

As mom was splashing handfuls of water between her legs to wash off the stubble and foam, I noticed something. There was a shadow on the other side of the hole.

“I think there’s someone in there now” I warned mom.

“Neat!” mom said elated “Quick, stick a finger through the hole”.

A little cautious I poked my finger in the hole, fearing it might be snapped off.

“Okay, now tap the bottom of the hole” mom instructed.

“Like this?”

“Yes, just tap it a few times, and then we’ll wait”

At first there didn’t seem to happen much, but then the shadow moved and suddenly the guy inserted his hard c**k through the hole.

“OMG! Mom, look!” I yelled, pointing at the throbbing member.

“Well, look at that! Isn’t that a nice one?” she said, all fired up, “Do you want to play with it?”

“Isn’t that nasty?” I whispered, confounded by my mother’s unexpected reaction.

“Yes, but it’s a fun kind of nasty” she chuckled.

I was still a little too shocked. I had never even seen a real c**k before. My hand wavered in the air, halfway between me and the anonymous p***s.

“If you don’t grab it, I will” mom urged me.

“But we don’t even know who that is” I said, a little panicky now.

Mom looked at me as if she couldn’t understand how it was possible that she had raised such a demure and uptight daughter.

“The whole point is that you don’t know who it is on the other side of the wall. It could be one of those German tourists or one of the locals. It could even be that cute boy from the RV next to us. What we do know for sure is that he’s got a nice hard c**k and wants us to play with it. And the best thing of all: if you don’t know who it is, it ain’t cheating!”

I wasn’t sure my father would agree with that logic, but it didn’t stop mom from reaching out and stroking the shaft a few times.

“Hmmm, this surely is a nice one. It’s big and stiff. You really should feel it too”

My hand was still hovering in the air, as I dared not touch it. Mom resolutely seized my wavering hand and wrapped it round the p***s. I could feel it throb as I closed my hand and squeezed it a little.

“Grab him firmly and rub your hand up and down” mom coached me.

It was a lot firmer than I had expected, and warm too. I also liked the smoothness and the way it moved as I slid my hand along the shaft like mom had done.

“Rub it faster” she whispered.

The p***s pulsed again and a bead of clear slippery fluid oozed from the tip. A muffled groan sounded from the other side of the thin wall. I was proud with the power I exerted over this man, just by grabbing his c**k.

All these things were making me quite aroused too and my p***y was beginning to feel all warm and squishy as I kept stroking the guy’s c**k. His hips began to thrust a little and I wondered if he was about to shoot his sperm. But before I could find out, mom told me to stop.

“You’re doing great honey, but we don’t want the fun to end too soon” she said “Now, let’s make it extra nice for him. Watch and learn”

Mom knelt in front of the hole, seized the jutting p***s and rubbed it some more. As she jacked him off, her head moved ever more closely, until her lips almost touched the purple head. Then she stuck out her tongue, swirled it round the tip and licked up the small drop that leaked from it. After that she opened her mouth and took the c**k between her lips!

Another lustful groan sounded from the other side of the wall as mom dropped her jaw and let the c**k sink all the way in her mouth until her chin touched the wall. Despite my initial shock, I had to see this. I crawled up next to mom and watched her suck this guy. It was obvious she had quite a lot of experience, and she used it all to please the stranger. I told myself I had to watch it for educational purposes, but I had to admit it was my p***y, burning with desire, that was now doing most of the decision-making.

After some time, mom took her mouth off the p***s and rubbed her fist up and down the now slippery shaft again.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try?” she asked with a husky voice.

Playing with a stranger’s c**k was one thing, taking it in my mouth was something different altogether. No way was I going to do that. I humbly rejected her offer.

”Okay, it’s your loss” she sighed. “But all the more for me to enjoy”

With those words mom stood up and pushed her back against the wall. She rolled her hips, rubbing the p***s between the cheeks of her ass. Then she grabbed the c**k and bent it down a little so it was at a perfect angle for penetration. With the tip wedged between her p***y lips, she pushed her ass back.

I was dumbstruck as the anonymous p***s now slowly invaded my mother’s hairless v****a. Mom moved all the way back until she had her butt against the wall and the guy was as deep inside her as possible.