Gina stood outside the bathroom, her hand on the doorknob. She had given her other children the bum's rush, even let Adam drive the family car – something she'd never done before. He and Brian and Susan had been given instructions to leave her alone for the evening. After curious glances they had obeyed.

She turned the doorknob and heard the splashing of the shower grow louder. Mike was behind the curtain, his baritone voice murdering a popular country song. When he didn't know the words he substituted anything that came into his head.

Gina giggled. In the song, the man's heart was so filled with love, he felt like oregano.

"Mom?" Mike asked. "Is that you?"

Gina pulled off her bathrobe, and stepped into the shower with him, grinning at his shocked expression.

"Wha…?" he began, his eyes dropping to the area of her tits.

"I thought I'd warm you up for your date tonight," his mother said, reaching for his soft, dangling cock. "Unless you still think I'm a cock tease," she added, moving close, feeling the splatter of warm water on her shoulder.

"…in the hell," Mike finished, his eyes widening.

"Still want to be a little mother fucker?" she grinned, kissing his chest.

Mike was stunned. In the past two days, he'd just about worked things out, and now they were starting up again. Was this a dream or was it really happening? He shook his head and tried to focus through the soap suds.

"I've been thinking about what happened," Gina sold softly. "And you were right. I guess I was being a tease, and I'm sorry. I should have finished what I started." She worked her fingers up and down his thickening cock shaft. "Can I finish it tonight?" she purred.