My Mom would bathe me from the time I was born until I was just before turning 9. The first years we bathed together. She would start the shower and get the water just right then I would join her.
I can still see her naked. The large full breasts that were creamy in color. The large nipples were red and thick. Her stomach was almost flat, just a small mound then it rolled down to her thick long bush. I remember how the drops of water would stream from her pussy hair. I can just see how I would reach out and let the drops land on my hand. She didn’t say anything since she was busy washing me.
I liked when she turned around to grab the shampoo bottle on the shelf and as she would bend over, I could see her ass cheeks. How the hair stuck out from her ass cheeks. A few times I did get to see her asshole. It was a nice dark brown. I wanted to touch it but never dared.
A few times during the years she would stand straight parting her legs and her golden stream would start and splash at her feet. There was one night I came home really muddy from playing in the dirt with friends. She kneeled and parted her legs as she bathed me. I was looking at her open pussy. How pink it was surrounded by her thick black hair.
I would on occasion reach out and touch her nipples. She would say you like them. Then always tell me she would feed me from those nipples. I asked once when I was 7, if I could feel with them. She laughed and asked me which one. I pointed to the one on the right. She got on her knees and held it up and offered it to me. I leaned in and started to suck on it. I loved the feeling of her nipples. I reached up and grabbed the other nipple and rolled it with my fingers. She said you always did that. I switched to the other nipple and kept sucking she sort said softly that feels so good. It became part of our nightly routine.
By the time I was 8 she stopped joining me in the shower. It was always around 9pm, but my father started a second job to buy a boat. He was now getting home around 10. My mom moves bath time to 7pm. She always washed me with a washcloth but for my penis and cheeks she used her hands, always soaping up well then sliding her fingers all around. I remember being around 9 when she washed my penis, I would get an erection, and she would gently stroke me. This continued until a couple of months before turning 10 and when she washed me, and her hand was stroking me when all of sudden I grabbed her arm and the soap dish and shook a bit then a felt this strange sensation of something coming out of my penis. She knew what had occurred and smiled then finished as always.
For the next couple of weeks, I had the same experience at bath time with her. Then one night as she stroked me, she used her free hand and slipped it between my cheeks nothing new there until she pushed her finger into my butt. It felt incredible and I let loose as she did so. I remember pushing back on her finger. This became the new routine, well this one night it was hot and humid she was wearing a tank top no bra, as she was bathing me, I could see her tits completely shaking as she moved. Just as she started the special part and I was getting close I saw her nipples and they were hard; I reached inside her top and caressed her nipples. Just as I let loose, she made a sound then stood up and walked out. That was my last bath with her like we had done for so long. It confused me and left me wondering what I had done wrong, it would be years before I understood she had her own organism that night. We never spoke about it.
