"Uh-huh," he grunted, a thin smile on his lips.

The boy's prick was angling upwards now. His foreskin had retracted almost completely off the cockhead and his prick appeared to have grown another half inch. Alice noticed his ball-sac now. It was hairless, pink, and swollen. She resisted an urge to kiss his balls.

She soaped the boy's chest, feeling his muscles contract under her fingers. She was sweating in the steamy heat, her blouse wet nearly to her waist. She reached up and turned off the water.

"We'll leave it off now, until we can rinse you," she said. "You do feel warm now, don't you?"

"Real warm," the boy mumbled. He parted the hair over his eyes with two hands and hooked it back over his ears. His eyes were closed. He stood there passively as Alice worked her soapy hands over his smooth skin.

You're out of your mind, Alice told herself, her hands working as if possessed. This is your own son, for heaven's sake! He's too old for his mother to give him a bath. And you're not just giving him a bath. You're getting a sexual thrill out of playing with his naked body. You can't get your eyes off his cock. Control yourself, you evil woman. Control yourself.

In answer to these thoughts, there was a snicker in Alice's mind. It was the snicker of that usually nagging, usually taunting voice. But that voice wasn't saying a word now. It was just chuckling as Alice worked, and snickering at Alice's fears and doubts.

Alice was panting, her breathing loud in the shower stall. Ricky's prick twitched just inches from her nose. She felt the perverted desire to take his stiff young cock in her mouth and suck on it. She'd never done anything like that before – although she'd often felt such desires. She'd never even gotten up the nerve to suck on her husband's cock.

Ricky sighed. He was trembling slightly again, although his skin was exuding heat.

"Are you getting cold, darling?"