John smiled to himself, and silently closed the door to the bathroom. He freed his towel from his waist and dropped it on the bathroom tiles, and quickly entered the shower before his mother saw him.
He'd always found her very attractive, and wondered how and why she had ended up marrying a clod like his father.
"John?!" Kathy exclaimed in surprise, her brown-auburn hair wet and clinging to the sides of her head. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Conserving water, Mom," John replied with a smile, getting close to her.
"Very funny, young man," she said, "but you shouldn't be in here with me. You'll just have to wait your turn. In the mean time--"
"But I don't want to wait, Mom," John said, getting even closer to her. A hand reached out and gently brushed her breast, firm and pert though small, his fingertips lightly grazing one of her light brown nipples.
"John..." |