"Ready for your evening shower, Mom? I'm going to join you again if you don't mind. I'm kind of sticky for some reason." We both giggle at my silly statement, then kiss tenderly again. I help Mom slip back off me until she stands safely before me. I kiss her slight belly and watch as our c*m begins slipping down her inner thighs.
"That's hot, Mom. Our c*m is sliding down your thighs, and I love that we have begun this. It's too bad you didn't get stuck on the tub edge like that a couple of years ago. We could have been f*****g this entire time." I say, looking up at her smiling face, and she blushes.
"Weeellll...I guess I should 'c*m' clean on that score. But let's get in the shower before I make a mess of the floor."
She holds out a hand to me with a sly smile. I take her hand and, as
