"Uh-huh," the boy said.

"If you get cold, let me know and we'll turn the water back on."

Ricky just sighed, nodding.

Alice slid her soapy hands up and down the boy's slim belly. She caressed his flanks, slipping her fingers under his arms again. He hadn't a hair in his armpits. He hadn't a hair on his balls or on his groin. Her hands moved down, working soap onto his lower back, onto his ass. As her fingers slid into the crevice between his asscheeks, he caught his breath and his prick flexed.

Oh, God! Alice thought. Oh, my God! Her face was flushed with a terrible heat. A maddening throbbing had begun in her pussy. She felt like grabbing at her cunt and squeezing.

She soaped Ricky's legs, moved down and washed his feet, working her fingers between his toes. The size of his feet and toes amazed her, just as the size of his cock and balls amazed her. He had over-sized hands, too. Neither his feet, hands, nor cock appeared the right size for his skinny young body.

"Don't you ever wash your feet?" she scolded. "And when's the last time you cleaned your toenails?"

The boy didn't respond. His breathing came fast.

Alice slid her hand back up. She rubbed his ass, working her fingers into the crevice, squeezing his rubbery asscheeks. She took a deep breath, her face on fire, her mind buzzing, and she moved her hands between her son's legs, soaping up his naked crotch.

"Oooh!" the boy breathed. "Oh, man!" His words were barely audible. His soapy toes curled against the porcelain of the tub.

Alice was breathing as if she'd just run up three flights of stairs. Her heart was banging in her chest. She couldn't control her hands.

Ricky's soapy feet slid on the floor of the tub as he spread his legs. His knees were shaking.

Alice's hands filled with his balls, squeezing them, rolling them gently, caressing his balls. They were like fat rubber eggs. And the boy's sac-skin was incredibly soft.