A rapid increase in the swelling in Mr D’arcy’s breeches forced him to discard the aforementioned breeches over which he promptly fell as they bun...hed around his ankles. The fall buried his face in Eliza’s generous cleavage. She helped him up and guided his rampant member towards her waiting wanting moistened womb lips.He thrust mightily, “Bleedin’ hell are you a bloody virgin?” he gasped, “Er I mean gosh are you virgo intacto?”“Not any more with your cock up me,” Eliza replied.“Damnit, I hate. The feel of her smooth skin was enough to return his erection. Fortunately his mother had her back to him so she never saw his discomfort."That is lovely and cool John, but don't press too hard please."John ran his hand on her back and noted the lovely shape her body was, her hips rising from her waist. Now his hand was going even lower, pushing the top of her knickers even lower. Never in his dreams did he envisage the pleasure he was getting by just caressing his mother's body."That is lovely. That felt really good, and I twisted it in and out of her legs, until the explosion came, and I shot all over her front. I looked down there, and saw white goo all over her panties, but also a dark triangle where I had been pushing, and little bits of hair at the edges of the vee of her panties. It didn't smell like pee at all. I pushed it back between those warm thighs, wet with my stuff, and started humping again. I hadn't even gotten soft after the first time.I kept at it and just as I felt. The scalding water softens my skin so it’s the perfect time to shave my legs, ankle to upper thigh, my cunt, and my underarms. I can’t stand stubble. Time now to reach for my vanilla shower gel and I pop the lid and squeeze some on my pink mesh sponge. The sweet scent floats in the room and makes me feel so comfortable like an old friend. I’ve been using vanilla shower gel for so long in my life I can’t imagine my skin not smelling like a warm waffle cone. This is my private moment. The water.