The next day, Roxie was more embarrassed than ashamed of what she had done with her son. Her lack of shame surprised her very much. Usually she was very modest, always making sure that her knees were covered and together when she sat, and seldom did she wear reveal-ing clothing. Those women who wore short shorts, with half their asses exposed, were shameless, she felt. Her own shorts came to mid-thigh, and they were not at all tight around her hips or ass.

What she had done was more shameless than wearing revealing clothing, yet she didn't feel ashamed. As she bathed, she tried to understand what was happening to her. None of it made sense.

Her hand moved between her thighs, and a tremor swept through her when she touched her clit.

Jerking her hand away quickly, Roxie scrambled from the tub, horrified that she was touching her pussy without even knowing it now.

With her mind still dwelling on the day before, she pulled on a pair of panties, snapping the elastic around her hips. She selected a sun dress from her closet, and slipped it on. Although she dressed modestly, she was always dressed attractively. Her long, medium-brown hair sparkled, and she applied a faint coat of lipstick, then an eyelash enhancer, the only make-up she wore.

Nervously, she left her room, not knowing what to expect from her son when they came face to face.

Rich was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal when she entered, finding a fresh pot of coffee already made. Pouring herself a cup, she sat at the table and avoided looking directly at him.

"How do you feel, Mom?"

"I… I feel fine," she murmured.

She felt him gazing at her, staring right at her tits. A blush started on her face, and she was beginning to shake. She spilled a drop or two of coffee on the table. He kept staring at her, and her nipples were stiffening inside her bra and dress, starting to tingle. She was reacting to the way he looked at her.