Capturing Beauty

She stopped about three feet from me and said, "Good morning, sweetheart," in a sultry voice, like silk against my ears. "Looks like you had a good breakfast." She winked at me teasingly.

We exchanged smiles, wordlessly communicating the truth we both held beneath the surface.

She continued walking towards the bathroom and without turning to look at me she said.... "Honey, I'm going to take a shower..." She paused for a few moments that seemed like minutes and said.... "You can join me... if you want..."

She opened the door and disappeared from my sight.

Nervous and with a knot in my throat, I walked slowly towards the door my mother just closed.

I waited a few minutes outside, processing her invitation...it was like a dream...I had waited all the night before and part of the morning that day but I was afraid. I decided to wait...

Until, I bravely entered the bathroom.... and closed the door behind me.

The steam from the hot shower create a mist that prevented me from seeing her.

The bathroom was not luxurious but roomy, the shower was in the back of the room, protected by a semi-transparent sliding door. I could barely see my mother's naked silhouette.

On the floor were my mother's exercise clothes. In addition to the sweater and leggings, there was a black sports bra and black lace panties.

"For a moment I thought you wouldn't come in." Her voice drowned out the sound of the water falling on the ground and on her naked body. "What took you so long?"

I hesitated a little but I had to tell her the truth. "I...I needed a moment...you know..."

"Don't worry, my dear," she said softly, her voice like silk, "I understand. I'm glad you decided to come..."

"Mom, what am I supposed to do? What am I allowed to do?" I didn't want to kill the soft, erotic atmosphere that the hot bath had created in the bathroom but this was rare... I had never had a problem knowing what to do or what moves to execute when I was with a lover. But of course this was different.

My mom let out a slight laugh and said, "Honey, remember that time I told you to think of me as a woman?"

I knew what my body needed.

I walked over to the door and slid it open so I could see her beautiful frame.

Revealing her standing there, eyes closed, face leaning towards the water cascading over her. It was a vision of eroticism, her body glistening with the water droplets, her skin tinged with a soft pink flush.

From where I was standing I could see her waist, her huge ass and part of her right breast.

I took off my shirt and shorts but hesitated to take off my underwear. My manhood was erect with the view I had.

With the space, I knew that if I removed the only piece of clothing, I could feel her body on mine.

My thoughts were interrupted when my mother said, "Do you need help my sweet boy? You look fantastic"

Now I could see the front of her body, fully exposed, her breasts heaving with each breath, her big nipples stood out proudly while the water runs all over her body...

"Don't be shy and let me help you with your boxers... come here..." my mother said, her voice a seductive whisper.

I approached her, when I was close enough she bent down on her knees and began to slide my boxer down from both sides of my hips. My manhood prevented her from getting all the way down but with a smooth and persistent movement she released from its prison.

I let out a tiny gasp.

She got up, she took me by the hand and led me to the shower. I tried to keep as far away as I could so that my manhood would not touch her naked body.

She broke the silence again, "Tell me my sweet son, are any of the women you've been with the size of my breasts?" her fingers tracing the curve of her ample bosom.

I couldn't help but feel my cock twitching in response to her own touch.

She spoke softly, "Why don't you join me, sweet boy? The water feels so good, and we could share this moment together."

I took a deep breath and stepped closer to the shower.

At each moment I kept my hands on my sides, I didn't want to dare to touch her body but I could feel her belly on my cock.

She whispered in my ear, her breath warm and sensual, "You look so handsome, my sweet boy. Now, let me wash your back for you." She moved behind me, her hands tracing the outline of my body.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Her touch was warm and intimate, a combination of maternal care and a heated desire that stirred my soul. She traced a gentle movement with one of her fingers over the area where my spine is.

I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as a shiver ran down my spine.

"You're in love with it, aren't you? Do you want me to touch you there?" She let out a teasing laugh.

She continued washing the rest of my body. When she finished, she came back in front of me and said to me, "What do you want to do my sweet son?" She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer. She ran her hands up and down my back, caressing it like the last time.

Every time she did it, I couldn't stop my body from trembling.

"I want to touch your... breasts... can I?" I had finally overcome my fear.

She smiled. "Of course, sweet boy. Go ahead."

I grabbed one of her breasts with one hand, I could feel the warmth, the weight and the softness of her skin. I caressed the areola of her breast. A loud moan escaped her lips, and I could see her eyes rolling. "That's it... Feels so good" She whispered.

I noticed how she shivered under my touch. I brought my face close to hers, I was about to kiss her but my attention went directly to her fine neck. I started kissing her slowly and passionately.

"Right there Marc, don't stop..." I heard her gasp.

With my free hand I began to masturbate my manhood, with each movement I could feel the light pubic hair that she had in her intimate area. She took that hand and placed it right on her ass and said,

"Let me help you with that." She began to masturbate me, focusing her attention on the head of my cock, pulling and squeezing gently. She knew what she was doing.

I felt I was about to lose control, I kept touching her huge breasts, her neck, massaging her ass and her back. I felt safe and excited.

"Come on let it go" she whispered. "Let your seed come out my sweet son."

My body tensed and I let out an intense moan.

"Are you ready, my sweet boy? Just cum..."

It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt in my life, my legs were shaking. I dropped some of my weight on her and with all the love in the world she said, "It's all over now love, just breathe and calm down."

After a few seconds I regained my composure and only managed to say.... "Your hand... it's like magic mom."

Tracing her fingers lightly over my moist forehead. "It's just a mother's touch, Marc."

As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but notice the lingering scent of strawberries on her skin. I felt happy.

I hugged her and she rested her face on my chest while the hot water continued to pour over our bodies.

"I've never felt anything like that before, Mom," I murmured. "It was... it was incredible. Thank you"

My mom caressed my shoulders and whispered, "I'm always here for you, Marc. You can trust me with anything."

She broke the hug and cleaned up my mess, my semen was all over her leg.

We got out of the shower together, she helped me dry off and I did the same with her. No longer ashamed or remorseful, I touched her firmly.

We came out of the bathroom naked and finally she said to me, "Go and change...I'll see you later.... I love you..."

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts raced through my mind. It was the first time I had felt such strong and primal desires, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had crossed a line.

But when I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but imagine her body again, her skin soft and warm under my touch. The thought of her brought me comfort and a sense of connection I had never felt before.

The images of her body would not leave my mind, and I felt an intense need to draw her.

When I picked up my sketchbook, I thought I could make the drawings even better. I started to draw, moving the pencil quickly and I did something I had never done before, I drew me too, next to her, me standing up and her bending over pulling down my boxers.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was as if I had captured something that had eluded me until then. And this was just the beginning.