Janet Taylor stood in the shower, her muscles tensed against the stinging spray. Slowly, she began to relax. The steady surge of water made her skin glow with excitement.
Janet was proud of her body. She thrust her tits upwards, cupping a heavy mound in each palm. There weren't many thirty-nine-year-old women with bodies as good as hers, and Janet knew it. The tips of her fingers toyed with her nipples as a slight smile curled up the corners of her full, warm lips.
Only her husband ignored the fullness of her lush thighs and the tight cunt of her waist. Only Jack Taylor failed to appreciate the rounded perfection of her firm ass, the smoothness of her long legs. Even her moist cunt failed to excite him, and it was driving Janet mad.
Bending forward, her nipples like ripe grapes, Janet increased the hot water until steam rose over the brightly colored shower curtain. There were few things that she enjoyed as much as the feel of torrents of hot water splashing against her body.
Forcing the thought of Jack's indifference from her mind, Janet stepped back a few paces and allowed her back to rest against the wet, slippery tiled wall. Closing her eyes, she slowly opened her legs, letting the hot spray bathe her cunt. Spasms of need traveled up her weakening legs.
Janet brought her fingers to her flat stomach, mouthing words of instruction to an imaginary lover. She massaged the tightly drawn skin covering her belly as the tip of her index finger explored the indentation of her navel.
Janet made believe her hands belonged to someone else as she lowered them to the churning heat between her legs. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the soft curls of her wet pubic hair.
Janet heard the sounds of her own moaning as they echoed from the enameled hardness surrounding her. The muscles in her neck lightened as she touched the sensitive lips of her pussy. Janet's manicured fingernails thrilled her entire body as she troubled the soft, pink flesh.
Shuddering and twitching uncontrollably, Janet's hips shot forward, plunging two fingers deep into her twat. The velvet-lined chamber steamed as she locked her thighs around her hand and began humping and fingering herself.
In the back of her mind, Janet was aware that she was sliding downward, but she was equally aware that there was nothing that she could do about it. Her hand was working furiously as she came to rest on the floor of the tub. Janet lifted her legs into the air and spread them apart, letting the water beat down on her like a rainstorm.
Janet lifted her ass off the white enamel as she responded to each thrust of her hand. A wildly thrashing foot kicked the shower curtain from the inside of the tub, sending water spilling out onto the floor.
But Janet couldn't have care less about the mess she was making. Grinding her palm down against her throbbing clit, her free hand went back to her tits. While one hand pumped in and out of her cunt, the lingers of the other twisted and tortured her erect nipples.
The wet strands of Janet's long, chestnut colored hair stuck to her skin as her head slowly rocked from side to side. Her shoulder blades were crushed against the back of the tub, but she was hardly aware of the uncomfortable position she was in.
Janet tried hard to picture the face of her imaginary lover, but she couldn't. Her breath came in short gasps as the flames of lust grew in the pit of her stomach. Another wild kick of her foot sent a glass bottle smashing to the floor.
Billy was just at the end of the hall when he heard the crash from inside the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks, fearing a serious accident. He could still hear his mother's shower running, but for an instant, he thought he heard her crying.
Rushing down the hall, Billy found the bathroom door ajar, and he pushed it open. The sudden burst of heat coming from the room brought beads of perspiration to his brow. For an instant, Billy stood frozen, staring at his mother thrashing wildly in the tub. Then he quickly stepped back into the shadows of the hallway.
Billy was eighteen, and didn't have to be told what was happening. The shower curtain blocked everything but Janet's face, and that was enough. The sight of her soaring ecstasy made his almost fully matured cock stand on end.
Billy had stolen secret looks at his mother's wonderful body before, and for as long as he could remember, she turned him on. Billy had been with a few hookers and had looked at plenty of dirty pictures, but they just couldn't compare with the sight of his own mother's lush flesh.
Janet had been much too busy to notice the door open and then half-closed again as the full force of her orgasm struck. The cascading water instantly wiped the team of joy from her cheeks as she climaxed.
Twisting her neck painfully, Janet lifted the tip of her left breast to her lips. As wave after wave of pleasure swept through her body, she ran the tip of her tongue over her throbbing nipple.
Billy knew that he shouldn't remain standing there, knew that he was running the risk of being discovered. But he also knew that nothing could make him tear his eyes away from her. He could hear her deep-pitched groans, and they made his cock swell with lust.
Unaware of her secret admirer, Janet allowed herself to enjoy each fading echo of her orgasm. Every ounce of strength seemed to drain from her body as a warm, contented feeling took its place. The still-surging water was becoming annoying. Shielding her face from the stinging spray, Janet struggled to the foot of the tub and shut off the water, then leaned back to enjoy another moment of contentment.
After several long minutes, Billy watched his mother yank back the shower curtain and climb to her feet. His eyes widened as her naked tits came into view. He virtually ripped open the front of his pants as he watched streams of water wiling down her body.
Billy's gaze was trapped between his mother's leg as he watched her step from the tub. Her pussy lips were still swollen and glowing from the vigorous fingering she had just given herself.
Billy had never seen his mother totally naked before. The times he had been able to sneak peeks of her, she had been wearing at least her bra and panties. He was surprised by the firmness of her tits.
Janet had enjoyed her masturbatory session, but her own hand was no replacement for the real thin, and she knew it. The strange thing about her relationship with her husband was that she really loved him, and recoiled at the thought of having an affair with some stranger.
And Janet was almost sure that Jack was fooling around with other women. She could detect the scent of other women's perfume on his clothes even though he used a strong cologne to hide it.
Jack was also spending less and lens time at home. The small advertising agency that he started had been surprisingly successful and was growing by leaps and bounds. That growth demanded all of his time, and Janet resented the company's domination of his attention.
Billy watched his mother reach for the towel hanging on the back of the bathroom door and wrap it around her shoulders. He was hoping that she wouldn't notice the half-open door and was glad that she was ignoring it.
Janet moved smoothly, her skin shining in the harsh bathroom light. Grabbing another towel from the back of the door, she wrapped it around her wet hair like a turban. As she patted the moisture from her huge tits, she wondered whether or not Billy was up yet. It was Saturday, and she always let him sleep as late as he liked on Saturdays.
With Janet facing the medicine chest, Billy had a perfect view of her ass. His gaze crept into the dark crack between her firm cheeks. His hand worked hard on his cock as he imagined his mother's long, sculptured legs wrapped around his neck.
Janet slipped the towel off her shoulders and began carefully drying her cunt. A tiny chill shot through her as the rough material worked over her clit. Spreading her legs, she reached further back and began working on her asshole.
Billy stifled the groan building in his throat, but it was becoming more and more difficult to remain silent. As he watched his mother drying her legs, be felt himself growing weak. Terror filled his mind as his belt buckle rattled loudly.
Janet felt strange for a moment, but she really couldn't explain why. The feeling passed quickly and she quickly put it out of her mind. The day had hardly begun, and she was already bored, Janet thought to herself as she reached around to dry her back.
Billy saw the strange feeling pass through his mother's body and he wanted to run. But the boy was too frightened to move a muscle. His full-grown cock burned the inside of his hand, but he kept his fingers still.
Janet turned to hang up the towel when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She thought she had seen Billy standing in the shadows of the hallway, but couldn't believe it. She felt silly calling out his name and tried to forget about it.
But Janet couldn't forget about it. Looking into the mirror on the medicine cabinet, she moved so that she could see down the hallway. Janet was shocked when her suspicions were confirmed. Billy was standing in the hallway, staring at her naked body.
Janet didn't know what to do. She didn't know how long he'd been standing there, and it was really her fault for leaving the door halfway open in the first place.
She finally decided that he was just passing by and would leave. Janet decided that ignoring him would avoid a pointless scene. After all, he wasn't really doing anything wrong. She had the kind of body that men couldn't help looking at. Billy was a big boy, and she was sure she wasn't the first naked body he had looked at.
Janet was careful not to let on that she knew he was watching. She didn't want to embarrass her son. She found the attention he was paying her very flattering, but she was surprised that he was still standing there.
Janet was even more surprised at her own reaction to standing stark naked before her son. She was enjoying it. Billy had inherited his father's great build, and was turning into quite a good-looking guy.
Wicked thoughts started filling Janet's mind. Thoughts that she couldn't explain. Of course, making it with her own son was something that could never happen, but the thought of it made her body tense with excitement.
Janet wanted to rub some oil into her legs, and she purposely turned to give Billy a good view. Lifting her right foot, she placed it on the edge of the tub, being careful not to cut herself on the fragments of the bottle that had smashed earlier.
Billy sensed a change in his mother's mood, and he was no longer frightened of being found out. Watching her rub scented oil up from her right ankle to her calf, then over her knee and thigh started Billy's hand working on his cock again.
Janet didn't like teasing men with her body because she felt guilty afterwards. But posing for Billy was different. It wasn't as though she were cheating on Jack. After all, Billy was just as much his son as hers.
Before she realized what was happening, Janet found the first tremors of an orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach. Reversing her legs, she carefully applied oil to her left leg and thigh. But the second time, she didn't stop at her thigh.
Billy began to pant out loud when he saw his mother's oil-coated fingers working on her clit and cunt. He could hear the moist sounds of her finger-fucking from his hiding place in the hall. He could almost smell the heat between her legs as she feverishly worked her fingers in and out of her twat.
Janet had never had a young boy in bed, and the idea excited her. She felt almost as though it was her duty as a mother to make sure that her son knew his way around a woman's body. Janet continued to tell herself that it was ridiculous to think about fucking Billy while at the same time she tried to imagine how big his cock was.
Janet found herself loving the little show that she was putting on for her son. She spread her legs as wide as she could. She wanted to make sure that he had a good view of her sopping wet cunt.
The oil glistened on Janet's fingers when she removed them from her pussy and reached around to the crack of her ass. Shifting her ass towards Billy, Janet used one hand to spread her cheeks while the other toyed with the tight ring of her asshole.
Watching his mother's finger exploring her anus was more than the boy could take. He was going to cum, and there was no way to stop it.
Janet could hear Billy's labored breathing, and she knew how close her son was to cumming. He was as close to climaxing as she was!
Billy jerked off almost every night, but he never had an orgasm like the one brought on by the sight of his mother's lush body. His cum shot from the tip of his prick in thick spurts, staining the carpet.
Janet soon had one hand working on hit cunt and the other working on her asshole simultaneously. Her huge tits heaved as she sucked air deep into her lungs. Her nipples throbbed for attention, but she couldn't bear moving her hands.
The droplets of water on her brow had changed to beads of perspiration. Janet moaned loudly, making no effort to hide her orgasm.
The sight of his mother so totally caught up in the lusts of the moment brought on Billy's second climax. His hand was pumping faster and faster, keeping pace with the wild thrusts of Janet's hips.
Exhausted, his load spent, Billy leaned back against the wall to catch his breath. His eyes never left Janet's body as she soared to the heights of pleasure. But as he drifted back to consciousness, fear of being caught returned. He had made a racket, and was sure his mother heard him.
Janet heard Billy rushing off down the hall as her last orgasm faded. She relaxed for a minute, then climbed into her robe and headed for her bedroom. With Jack not due back from his business trip for another three days, Janet decided that she'd better figure things out. Fast!
Lying down on her bed, she tried to relax, but couldn't. Janet's body was still shaking from thee experience. As she lay quietly, she heard Billy leave the apartment. She was grateful for the extra time to think.