Chapter 3: Debate
Renee returned from the car carrying a plastic bag filled with toiletries and a shower chair. “I come handsome, let’s go get you set up”
“No, no, I’m fine, I’ll manage,” Simon assured her, feeling the weight of her gaze on him.
“No way, come on, the quicker you move the quicker we get it done” said Renee, determined to organize Simon into the shower.
Simon sighed, knowing that it would be futile to argue, and followed Renee into the bathroom.
The bathroom was small and cozy, much like the rest of the apartment, with a neat stack of towels on the counter and a small basket filled with various toiletries. The shower was a simple, white-tiled cubicle, with a clear glass door that revealed the shiny, new shower chair that Renee had purchased.
“Okay, so here’s the plan,” Renee said, placing the bag of toiletries on the counter and turning to face Simon.
“You hop in the shower, I’ll wash your back, and then you can wash the rest. Sound good?”
Simon nodded, trying to hide his discomfort. “Yeah, sure. That sounds good.”
Renee smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she reached for the hem of his t-shirt. “Alright, then. Let’s get you undressed.”
Simon raised his arms, allowing Renee to pull his pyjama shirt off over his head. He stood there for a moment, feeling exposed, before Renee turned to the shower and began to fiddle with the controls.
Steam began to billow out, filling the small room with a warm, humid fog. Simon could feel the heat on his skin, the droplets of moisture beading on his chest and arms.
Renee turned back to him, her eyes soft and caring. "Now, let's get you out of these boxers," she said, her voice gentle. Simon nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as she reached for the waistband of his boxers. Her fingers brushed against his skin, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and lifted his hips as she slowly slid the boxers down his legs.
As the boxers hit the floor, his cock sprang free, standing tall and proud, a testament to his recent transformation. Renee's eyes widened in surprise, and she bit her lower lip, her breath hitching slightly as she took in the sight, he was simply enormous , maybe 13 inches long and impossibly thick.
Simon watched her, his own breath catching in his throat as he saw the mix of emotions in her eyes—shock, desire, and a hint of fear. He felt a pang of unease, wondering what she was thinking, but also a thrill of excitement at her reaction.
Renee swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving his cock as she stood up. “… erhmm, in you get sweetheart “ she said trying to regain her composure . Simon stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his skin, the steam filling the small cubicle. He felt Renee’s hands on his shoulders, guiding him to sit on the chair. He sank down, feeling the heat of the water on his back, his muscles beginning to relax under the soothing spray.
Renee quickly slipped off her own clothes l, stepped inside the shower and picked up a washcloth, soaping it up before beginning to wash his back. Simon closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall, feeling the tension in his shoulders begin to ease.
Renee's hands moved slowly, carefully, over his skin.
She was gentle but thorough, her fingers tracing every line and curve of his back, his shoulders, his arms. Simon could feel the soapy washcloth gliding over his skin, the heat of the water mingling with the coolness of the soap. He leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes closed, his body relaxing under her touch.
He let out a soft sigh, the sound mingling with the steady patter of the shower. "You always did have a magical touch, Renee," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Renee smiled, her fingers pausing for a moment before continuing their exploration.
"Well, I'm glad you think so," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "It's been a long time since I've done this for you."
Simon nodded, his eyes still closed, his body melting under her touch. "Too long," he agreed. He felt a warmth spread through him, a comforting, familiar sensation that he hadn't felt in what seemed like an eternity.
Renee finished washing his back, her fingers lingering on the small of his back for a moment before she moved to his front. “Would you like me to do your front sweetie ?” Renee asked as she brushed his chest gently with the washcloth.
“yes please,” Simon replied, without even thinking.
Renee moved around to the front, and for first time, Simon saw her naked, and she was glorious
. Her body was still slender and graceful, despite the slight sagginess of her breasts and the small scar from her C-section. Her pubic hair was a large, perfectly shaped triangular patch of blonde, like a soft sunburst between her thighs.
Simon swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch at the sight of her. Renee looked down at him, her eyes meeting his gaze with a mix of determination and nervousness. “Best I take care of this for you hey baby” she said softly, her hands reaching down to grip his cock, her fingers almost unable to meet around the thick shaft.
Simon’s breath caught in his throat as he felt her touch, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. “Oh mom...” he started, his voice a low rumble, but she shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“Just let me help you, Simon. We’ll take this one step at a time honey, okay?” She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of discomfort or pain. But all Simon could feel was a deep, aching need that was quickly overwhelming his senses.
He watched as Renee knelt down in front of him, her eyes never leaving his as she gripped his cock firmly. She began to move her hand slowly, her touch gentle yet firm, her fingers slick with soap and water. Simon could feel the pleasure building, coiling in his belly like a snake ready to strike. He bit his lip, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to hold back the moan that was threatening to escape. Renee's hand moved faster, her grip tightening as she stroked him, her eyes locked onto his. Simon could see the desire in her eyes, the same desire that was coursing through his veins. Then Renee leaned forward and took the massive baby maker into her mouth . Simon gasped, his hips bucking up as she took him in as far as she could. Her lips stretched wide around his shaft, and he could feel her teeth brush against him, sending shockwaves of pleasure down his spine.
Renee's head bobbed up and down, her mouth working his cock with a skill that belied her nervousness. Simon's fingers tangled in her hair, his hips moving in time with her mouth. The pleasure was intense, almost too much to bear, but Simon wanted more. He wanted all of it. He wanted to come so hard he saw stars, and he wanted Renee to be the one to take him there.
Renee loved oral sex whether receiving or especially giving she just loved it but she was very much out of practice and hadn’t sucked a cock in years . As she took Simon deeper into her mouth she felt her jaw beginning to ache and her throat begin to close from the sheer size of him. She breathed through her nose trying to find a rhythm that worked for both of them.
Simon groaned, his hips bucking up involuntarily as Renee took him deeper. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have her mouth on him, to have her taking him in so eagerly. He looked down at her, his eyes locked onto the sight of her mouth stretched wide around his cock, her eyes watering from the effort.
He could see the strain in her face, the way her jaw was clenched, her throat working as she breathing through her nose. He knew she was trying her best, but he also knew that he was pushing her limits.
"Mom," he said, his voice a low rumble, barely more than a growl. "This is amazing."
Renee looked up at him, her eyes meeting his gaze with a mix of determination and exhaustion. She shook her head, her fingers tightening around the base of his cock as she pulled him out of her mouth, her lips glistening with spit and precum.
"Simon, baby, I want to, but... you're just too big. I can't take all of you in my mouth like this." She paused, her eyes searching his face, looking for understanding. "I want to make you feel good, but I don't want to hurt myself trying."
Simon nodded, his heart aching at the sight of her, her lips swollen and red, her eyes watering, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He reached down, cupping her cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. "Mom, this feels so good…. please don’t stop what you’re doing.
It feels amazing. Just…just let me enjoy this.” Simon's voice was thick with desire, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the relief in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders easing.
Renee nodded, her fingers tightening around his shaft as she began to stroke him again. She moved her hand up and down, her grip firm and steady, her eyes locked onto his. Simon could feel the pleasure building again, his hips moving in time with her hand, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He watched as she leaned forward, her lips parting slightly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.