In the morning shower with mother, she dropped another boundary. By having us bathe each other head to toe. Even now yesrs later I coild not decide if it was more breathtking to be bathed by her or to bathe her. As my first experiences with touching a woman and being touched by one, it was exhilirating. There was no dwelling on intimate areas, it was attentive but not deliberately e*****. Once the hygiene was accomplished she stepped into my arms and we embraced but she initiated slow gentle sensual kissing. It was so beautifully overwhelming. At one point without looking up at me she said it was complmentary to her but also a feeling of inadequacy that as she put it “that fat little c*** of yours never goes down”. I was embarassed but told her that it was clear proof of how desirable she was. She looked nervous and I asked why and she said it was because she was about to take what was a very brave step for her. One that she worried what effect it would have on me. She told me that she needed to be able to trust me to obey and respect her limits like never before. She turned her back to me and told me to stand behind her. When I stepped up behind her she reached behind to take one of my arms and draped it around her shoulders above her breasts and told me to keep my hand on her shoulder. Then she took my other and wrapped it around her waist to lie my hand flat on her stomach. And again warned me to just hold her no hand movements. She leaned back into me and i was acutely aware of my erection in the small of her back. She began to slide her hands all over my arms and her own body, and lifted a foot to the side of the tub. My head reeled when I realized her intention was to m********* while standing in my arms. Not a word just the hot splash of the shower and her whimpers and gasps. I felt like i would ejaculate just from the e***** intimacy of it. Especially when her hips began to grind forward into her own hand. She began to mutter such things. Jow badly she needed to c** naked in my arms. How good it felt to let herself be this way with me. How i had never known how badly she had wanted to m********* woth me so many times over the last couple of years. My face was down in her wet hair and she reached back to lock her fingers in my hair as her other hand gave herself what she needed. She began to whimper so cloae, so close. Then her whimpers became agitated frustration. She began to pant and almost sob with frustration and need. I muttered to her to please trust me and I found the courage to stroke her cheek snd neck and throat and shoulders. She moaned and thanked me and renewed her attempt to o***** with new energy. She was now m*********** furiously and panting how she needed to c**. Her verbal profanity and need and lust were escalating and she was so deep in deairw that to this day i feel she would have given anything to not have blurted out “oh god baby i need your c*** so f****** bad…” those words will forever haunt me as the tip of the iceberg. Because they prompted me to reach up and take her hand from my hair and slide it down my body towards my erection. As i dragged her hand close she reaisted briefly but I gently pushed it down a d wrapped her hand around my erection. She spun to look at me innwode eyed shock or horror or anger or all 9f those things. But it did not stop her, it drove her to the brink. Looking up at me she gasped loudly and her eyes rolled and I leaned into face and kissed her deeply. Hungrily but not obscenely. She screamed her release into my open mouth and her body shook violently as I supported her in my arms and she climaxed so intensely. Her grip on my erection was painful but that or the kissing was what had given her what she needed. She finally broke the kiss and buried her face in my chest and sobbed what I thought was release and relief. But then she suddenly pushed and squirmed and nearly collapsed into the corner of the shower and began to scream qnd cry uncontrollably. She tried to kneel in the corner of the shower and I tried to pull her up to hug and hold her but as soon as she got her feet solidly planted she pushed herself up to stand and turned toward me with a look of such anger on her face. I was too confused to even see the full arm swing that landed a slap to my jaw so hard my teeth were jarred. I turned back to look atbher in shock and she began swinging slapping and punching me, especially in the face. I stepped back in shock and almost fell and she continued to strike me and landed a few kicks to my gut as well. The things she said to me and called me were as vile as anything imaginabl3le. But it very quickly reduced to being screamed that she hated me and to get out/away from her, to never touch her again. And worse. I ran to my room nsked wet and terrified and slammed my door. A merest moment later she was beating on it screaming at me. I had been so panicked i had not realiz3d i locked it. I heard her own door slam and sat on my bed stunned and terrified. Not understanding.

A short while later I heard hard pounding on the front door. I fumbled into some pants and opened it to see the police. I found out weeks later a neighbor had called. The police were respectful but kept staring at me. They asked to see my mother and I went to her door and called her. They were only with her a moment but made me come outside and sit in a swaud car. The cop kept asking me if I was alrright and safe and i asked why he kept asking when Inwas saying yes. He turned his rear hiew mirror to me and told me to look and when i saw the bloody scratches and bruises I was stunned. Since I was shirtless he told me to look down at my ribs. The bruises were pretty ugly already. I clammed up at that point and he finally gave up but said they would follow up. I still did not understand at all but had already begun processing it as my fault.