"Don't go away," she whispered as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

The small bathroom was a feet away, and she slipped into it, leaving the door open. The small reading light on the bulkhead gave just enough illumination for Jay to watch his mother. She ran water over a cloth, and then came back to him. She washed the cum juice from his thighs and stomach, then gently washed his cock and balls, squeezing them tenderly and with a great deal of affection, smiling at her son.

"Did you like that, honey?" she asked softly.

Jay nodded, grinning up at her.

"It's better than doing it for yourself, isn't it?"

"It sure is, Mom," he agreed, watching her as she used the cloth to clean her arm and hand.

She leaned down and kissed his mouth once more, then returned to the small bathroom. Again she left the door open, but stood facing her son. She lifted her gown to her hips, and sat on the toilet. Jay stared at her, his eyes seeing the thrust of her pointed tits, the creamy flesh of her thighs. Then he heard her pissing, and he giggled.

"It isn't funny," she said. "I've heard you pissing in here a lot, you know. And… I saw you piss over the deck earlier."

Jay flushed lightly.

"Oh, don't act embarrassed," she said. "You knew I was there, that I might not be dozing. You're so damned innocent, you know, baby."

Shellie tore a few squares of paper, then changed her mind and tossed the paper into the small waste basket. She stood, and for a moment held the nylon about her hips, allowing her son to stare at the silky hair of her cunt.

"Do you like it?" she asked huskily, lifting the gown to her waist so her son could see the lush, fan-shaped hair.