There was nothing unusual about anyone in the family barging in on anyone else, whether they were in the shower, or on the pot, or anything. They had no secrets.

This time, however, Ruby felt guilty. She wasn't going into the bathroom to get her deodorant or throw a dirty pair of underwear in the laundry hamper. She was going into the bathroom for one purpose and one purpose alone – to see the hard, angular lines of her son's body, to memorize the shape of his cock if possible.

She had to see what that little girl was going to get. She wanted to be close to that slab of cock that would soon drive in and out of tight pussy, fill her with boiling, milky wads of cum.

"That you, Mom?" Mike called out, hearing the door open.

"Yes," Ruby answered a little too loudly, trying to make her voice sound motherly casual. "Just had to get my… uh, comb."

There he was, not two feet away. She sat down on the toilet seat, her mouth slowly gaping open. While he rinsed off, he occasionally rubbed against the shower curtain. The outlines of muscular flesh and wiry hairs were more than evident. And for a brief second, she saw his limp, swinging cock.

Was it possible that she'd actually diapered him? Jesus, that little peanut dick of his had grown to the size of an overripe cucumber.

And it would soon sink into a sweet, hot pussy, filling it with acid-like cum. She suddenly hated that girl, and envied her just as much.

"Hey, Ma, hand me a towel, would you?" Mike said, startling her.

"Sure," she said, reaching for the towel. She wondered if he noticed that her voice was high-pitched, almost a scream, "Here."

Her hand touched his, causing a spasm of pleasure inside her pussy. It was all she could do to keep from, jumping in the tub with him and kneeling before his hard, muscular body.

To take his limp cock in her mouth and make it hard as a rock. Then, stuff it into her itchy pussy.