Do you write sex stories or sex-related texts? Register here to post. Posted Thu 17th of September Report. Introduction: An innocent girl learns a lot when she shares more than just a shower with her mother. It was the summer after my highschool graduation, and my dad had decided our family should go on this camping trip.
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He took pride in the fact he had done everything with his own two hands; he had repaired and polished the aluminum exterior, rebuild the wooden interior, laid carpet and painted everything. Inside there was a small sitting area with a fully equipped kitchen, one small bedroom with a bunk bed for my brother Nick and me, and another bedroom with a queen sized bed for mom and dad.
Now that the work on the caravan was finally finished, dad insisted we had to try it out by going on a voyage across the country. Knowing how much work my father had put into the restoration, it was impossible for us to say no.
A boy and his mom part 1-the bath
So, when the schools were out for summer, we were told to pack our stuff and get ready for our trip. After a full day of preparing and packing all the things we had to take with us, we finally took to the road. We would spend the night in a parking lot and cover whatever remained the next day. It was a good thing I brought a lot of books with me.
As we got ready for our first night, I had to admit that although dad had done a really good job with the caravan and it really looked nice, I would much rather have stayed in a hotel than in this caravan. Living this close together meant there would be three weeks with absolutely no privacy.
After all, we were all family and there was nothing to be ashamed of. As if to prove that point, that night my parents had sex as noisily as they would have at home. The muffled grunts, moans and the repetitive sound of sweaty skin slapping together were very audible through the thin wooden walls.
I just closed my eyes and pretended not to hear them fucking, nor feel the shaking of the bunk bed above me. Dad woke us early next morning and told us to get dressed and into the car. As there was still a long way to go, breakfast would be served on the road.
After another long boring day in the car, we finally arrived at the camping site. The sun had already set and the manager just pointed us where to park our caravan and told us to see him the next morning for the paperwork. That night I learned that even worse than the total lack of privacy was the absence of a proper bathroom.
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Having no shower or even hot running water meant we would have to walk all the way to the campground bath house every time we wanted to take a shower. So, on the first night of our stay, mom and I walked a little disgruntled the hundred or so yards to the showers, carrying with us our towels and toilet bags.
We were glad to find two empty stalls, but quickly discovered that we needed special coins for the hot water. A few unpleasant minutes later, we walked the hundred or so yards back to the caravan, extremely disgruntled now. Dad said we were just spoiled, that there was nothing wrong with a refreshing cold shower.
Nick and I wholeheartedly agreed and in the end, dad gave in. Happy again, mom rewarded dad by taking him to the bedroom and royally fucking his brains out.
The next day our family went exploring the countryside on horseback. It was great fun, but after a long, hot day I really needed a long, hot shower to wash off the dirt and to soothe my aching muscles. Luckily, mom had managed to obtain a handful of coins for the shower, but each 50 cent token was good for only half a minute of hot water.
So, to save time and money, mom decided we would be taking our showers together. It was an intimidating prospect to be naked with my beautiful and stacked mother, but I knew it would be a hell of a lot better than taking another icy shower. So, once again we crossed the hundred or so yards with our towels and toilet bags. It was still early in the evening and when we arrived at the bath house we were pleased to learn we were the only ones there.
Mom quickly ushered me to the farthest shower stall, which she said was a little bigger than the others. Once inside the stall, mom immediately stripped naked and waited impatiently for me to get ready too. She was even more beautiful than I had feared. It was something I lamented every time I looked in the mirror.
Nor had I inherited her fireball personality. I was a bit more bashful. Reluctantly I took off my clothes and stepped towards mom, covering my shame as much as possible with my hands. She pulled me with her under the nice warm spray of water, and let her hands roam over my neck and back. She was washing me as well as giving a little massage.
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. What size are you now? 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. Mom began to massage the shampoo into my wet hair. 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. Do you know what kind of hole that is? What I saw was a cubicle, much like this one. 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. 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 nipples, 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 pussy as well. Mom smiled as she caught me looking at her and I felt my cheeks go red as I quickly turned away.
She asked innocently, as if talking about shaving pussies was something normal to do with your mom. I simply shook my head, not sure what to say. 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 pussy 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. A little cautious I poked my finger in the hole, fearing it might be snapped off. Mom, look!
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I was still a little too shocked. I had never even seen a real cock before. My hand wavered in the air, halfway between me and the anonymous penis. 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.
A boy and his mom part 1-the bath
Mom resolutely seized my wavering hand and wrapped it round the penis. I could feel it throb as I closed my hand and squeezed it a little. 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. The penis 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 cock.
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.
As she jacked him off, her head moved ever more closely, until her lips almost touched the purple head.