No one was in sight, but the bed covers were turned back ready for use. I'm as decent as I want to be so come on in." I eased up to the door gradually and peered around the corner. Her hair was gathered and tied in a half-assed ponytail. When she saw me peeking around the corner of the door she brightened up like a Christmas tree.

She sat up in the tub causing her body to rise under her cover of bubbles.

She goes her way and I go mine and we are as compatible as a mother and son can be under the circumstances. Mom had a dinner meeting with some business associates, and I, being the typical young man constantly feeling his need to spread some wild oats, had spent the evening unsuccessfully doing so. I noticed some lights on upstairs so I naturally assumed that Mom had also ended her evening.

When I reached the top of the stairs I could hear her humming softly.

"Looks like you are thoroughly enjoying yourself, ma'am." "I thought you stopped calling me ma'am years ago, mister." The twinkle in her eyes gave away the amusement behind her remark. I've got this bath water about as hot as I can stand it, and it's helping a lot.

Feel," she suggested moving her leg aside to make room for my hand.

They have a daughter now, and Dad is back to changing diapers again and all that "Dad stuff".

Mom has more time to devote to her personal welfare, and the results are showing beautifully.

We sat for a considerable length of time in the hot soapy water basking in the utter bliss of total sexual satisfaction.

I was massaging her beautiful tits leisurely, and she had worked her hands between our bodies where she found my limp pecker.

It certainly couldn't have been that my mom wasn't woman enough.