My girlfriend, Kiara’s, car was already in her driveway. Normally, she wouldn’t be home from her summer internship for another hour, which still gives us time before her mom gets home. I grabbed the key under the mat and let myself; she hates being surprised.

The shower was running, oh fuck this is gonna be good. Carefully, I opened the bathroom door and snuck in, nearly stepping on a pair of satin, thong panties beside the hamper. Irresistible. Already slightly hard, I snatched them and inhaled the magnificent scent. How am I going to strip my boxers over my now fully engorged cock? Somehow I managed to strip before slowly pulling back the curtain and stepping into the steam.

“Oh shit! Oh, fuck! Sorry, sorry, sorry.” I yammered as Kiara’s mother dropped the soap and fruitlessly tried to cover herself.

“Tyler!” was all she could get out while I tried explaining I thought she was Kiara, which didn’t make the situation any better.

“Ms. G, I saw the car in the driveway and…” I was saying with one hand loosely covering my eyes.

“My car is in the shop, I took Kiara’s today. She’s getting a ride home. But, that’s not really the point here!” She barked.

My other hand was fumbling for the edge of the curtain when I heard a giggle escape her. Then I felt a soft hand on mine as she pulled my hand away from my eyes.

“You know what, Tyler. We’re both adults, and we’ve now both seen what each other has, congratulations to Kiara by the way, so the least you can do is wash my back.”

Everything but my eyes were frozen as I stared at her glorious thirty-seven year-old body (she had Kiara when she was seventeen). Her breasts were smaller than her daughter’s but still firm. My eyes traveled down her curvaceous, but fit, body to a patch of short dirty blond hair carefully manicured into a triangle on her soft flesh.

She turned and bent to get the soap and as she did the (mostly) tight, tanlined ass cheek brushed against my tip. How I didn’t blow it at the sight of that tiny butterfly tramp stamp, I’ll never know. Taking the soap I began awkwardly running it high across her back.

“No, no no. Like this.” She scolded, then swiped the soap from me and stepped in closer as she massaged it into my chest

“Do it with intent.” She deviously whispered into my ear.

Her hands slid down slowly after finishing my chest. Then she soaped her hands and began lathering my cock with one hand and my balls with the other. It was like I was in some sort of x-rated survivor challenge (cum and you’re voted off the island). She stopped right before I erupted and used the showerhead to rinse me.

“Now me.” she said.

She didn’t turn around, just smirked and placed my hands at the base of her neck. I lathered the top of her shoulders and ran down the sides of her torso, dying to latch onto her perfectly rounded hips and yank her into me. Instead, I ran my finger in toward her navel and then gently up under her smallish, but spectacular breasts.

Her eyes closed and her head drifted backward into the water. She grabbed my hands and placed each one behind her on each cheek, before pushing my head between her breasts. I latched onto her as my tongue ran circles around each nipple, finally settling on the right one to suck and flick with my tongue. I’d never heard a woman make a deeper moan.

Her legs weakened so I slid one arm around her lower back while her thigh rested on my other shoulder. I paused, captivated by the tiny triangle staring back at me. I must have waited too long because little Ms. G seized my head and stuffed it into her mound.

The aromatic scent, the sweet taste of her juice; I can’t say which was more arousing. Either way it was a devilish heavenly treat. I pulled her in tight so my tongue could plunge as deep in her pussy as possible. It was suffocating, but there are worse ways to die. I managed to catch a breath when I’d back out to tickle her clit with my tongue.

A fainthearted attempt by her to pull away from my tongue before the dam broke didn’t deter me. I relished every last drip and drop of her. Nothing on Earth should be that delicious.

I could feel her heart pounding while I let her leg down, still supporting her body around her waist. Snapping her head up she said:

“Fuck. That was good.” And leapt onto my chest.

I barely caught her as her ankles crossed behind my back. Nose to nose she stared straight through my eyes.

“Fuck me.”...It wasn’t a request.

I thrust my cock so deep into her steamy pussy I was half expecting it to hit her stomach. The clapping of my pelvis slamming between her legs was barely drowned out by her screams of Harder, harder. More, more. In that moment I was merely an aggressive fuck toy, stuffing her pussy and making her tits bounce so hard they may have gained a cup size.

Letting go of my neck, her head nearly hit the floor as she jilted back screaming like a banshee in heat. Her wondrous release was all over me and I still had a ways to go. So, I lowered her onto the tub floor and set about to take care of business myself.

“No fucking way.” She managed to stammer between gasps for air.

Making her way to her knees, water pouring down her back she took almost all of me in her mouth. Bobbing her head back and forth, smacking her lips and running her tongue in a circle over my tip each time she came to the end; I couldn’t take it much longer. I focussed on the top of her head trying to hold back, but once she rolled her eyes so seductively, while pressing her fingers up and behind my balls. That was it. She took it all in.

I still think about that day. Her random glances and devious smirks every now and again lets me know she does too.