She stood outside the closed door of the bathroom, trembling, not trying to turn her wild thoughts away. Her clit was very hard now, and her juices were making her thighs slippery.

She pushed at the door and steam came at her.

She stood looking at the sliding doors of the shower. Her son's body was outlined behind them, but not clearly. She saw him shampooing his hair, and her eyes moved down the vague outline of his body. She could just see a shadowy protrusion that was his cock and balls, the curve of his tight ass and long legs.

She opened the belt of her robe, puffing it aside to show her body. She moved to the shower doors, and with her breath caught in her throat, slowly pushed the door open with the hiss of the shower, Tony did not hear the door move. He had his eyes closed against the shampoo, scrubbing at his hair. Wendy stared at his body, seeing his cock and balls. A tuft of hair grew about the base of her son's cock, and his balls looked full and heavy. She imagined his cock hard, sliding into some young girl's bubbling cunt, and felt a lurch between her thighs.

She pushed her robe behind her, sliding a hand between her thighs as she stared at her son's cock and balls.

Something, maybe the sound of her breathing, or the cool air that came to him with the door open, made Tony's eyes snap open.

"Mom!" he gasped, his hands flying to his crotch, covering his cock and balls. But then he saw her body, her robe parted, her tits jutting out and her hand between her legs, and he saw the way her eyes stared down at him.

Wendy, without speaking, gently pulled her son's hands away from his crotch, Tony didn't resist; he was staring hard at her nakedness now.

While Tony stood with his arms at his sides now Wendy parted her feet on the floor, bending her knees slightly, and using the fingers of both hands, she parted the hairy lips of her cunt, exposing her clit and pink, wet flesh to her son's eyes.