The bathroom was filled with steam as the son stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down his body. He sighed contentedly, letting the warmth relax his muscles after a long day. But his peace was short-lived as the curtain was suddenly yanked open, revealing his mother's curvaceous figure.
"Hey, I'm using this!" he protested, shielding himself from her prying eyes.
"Oh, sorry," she said, stepping in beside him and closing the curtain behind her. "There just wasn't enough hot water left for me."
He rolled his eyes, "Of course there wasn't."
She gave him a playful smirk, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You always take forever in there," he accused, "I wouldn't be surprised if you were hogging all the hot water on purpose."
She laughed, "Me? Never. I'm just a victim of my own lengthy beauty routine."
He snorted, "Lengthy is an understatement."
She stuck her tongue out at him, "Well, at least I have the figure to pull it off."
He couldn't help but glance at her thick ass, "Yeah, I guess you do."
She caught him looking and raised an eyebrow, "Like what you see?"
He quickly averted his gaze, feeling his face heat up. "Don't flatter yourself."
She chuckled, "Oh, I'm not. I'm just stating the obvious."
He glanced down, noticing her stealing glances at his growing erection. He couldn't help but smirk, "See something you like?"
She feigned shock, "Oh my, someone's excited."
He grabbed her hand, placing it on his throbbing member. "See for yourself."
She gasped, but he could see the desire in her eyes. "You're terrible," she whispered.
He pressed her against the shower wall, "And you're wet."
She protested, but her words were muffled as he kissed her neck. He reached down, pulling her underwear to the side and revealing her wet and ready pussy. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness.
She moaned, unable to hold back her pleasure. He began to thrust harder, causing the water to splash around them. She reached down and started to stroke his balls, driving him wild.
He leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. She cried out, on the brink of orgasm. He couldn't hold back any longer and released inside of her, filling her up.
They stood there, panting and spent, under the still cascading water. His mother looked up at him, a playful smile on her face, "I guess that shower head isn't so tiny after all."
He laughed, "No, I guess not."
She gave him a wink, "See you in there tomorrow?"
He groaned, "Only if you promise to be quick."
She stuck her tongue out at him, "We'll see about that."
And with that, she stepped out of the shower, leaving him to finish his own routine. But he couldn't help but smile, already looking forward to their next encounter.
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