Thump!!, went the door as mom banged against it expecting it to be unlocked then desperately tried turn the handle to no avail.
“Who’s in there?, is that you Stu?” mom asked, jigging up and down on the spot, her motions making thudding sounds on the carpet outside the door, her heart sinking knowing that the only toilet in the house was engaged
“Yes! . . . why?” I asked, not knowing the reason why mom was making a fuss.
“Oh . . . shit!” mom groaned, “How long are you going to be? I need the toilet! . . . . I’m pissing myself” she continued, stress sounding in her voice.
Upset that my bath was being disrupted and not wanting to open the door as mom had never seen me naked since I was 5, especially now that I had reached puberty I said.
“You’ll have to wait! . . . I’ve only just got in!”
“Mmmmm! . . . . Mmmmm! . . . .Mmmmm!” came from behind the door while all the time the steady thudding continued as mom hopped up and down trying somehow to relieve her discomfort.
“Come on Stu!, . . . let me in!, . . . I’ve seen it all before! . . . I bathed you enough times when you were a kid!” mom said, whilst still groaning.
A few seconds later, the door shuddered again and the handle rattled as mom relentlessly tried to get me to let her into the bathroom.
It was then I had a thought, a thought so outrageous I couldn’t believe it myself. Here was mom in a right pickle, desperate for the toilet and here’s me with an opportunity to get or coerce mom, if you want to call it that, to be completely naked in front of me, not only that but I would have the chance to expose myself to mom as well. It seemed so off the wall that I doubted it would work.
My heart then pounded as I put the plan into work. There was more noise and rattling of the door followed by mom pleading.
“Bloody hell Stu, . . . for God’s sake let me in!!”
I then executed the plan, question was, would mom buy it?
“Jesus Christ!!” I said, making out I was upset.
I then got out of the bath, the sound of water dripping off me echoing around the bathroom. Walking over to the door, I could hear mom’s groaning and hopping more loudly. Upon getting to the door, I put my weight behind it and then unlocked the door, then opened it slightly ajar, just enough so I could get my head around and look at mom who was half bent, hopping up and down with both of her hands between her thighs on her crotch.
Mom sensing that relief was at last at hand rushed towards the open door, but unfortunately it was not to be, as I refused to open it any more.
“Move then!!” mom ordered as she thought that I was being half soaked with my attitude.
Then I made the play, heart beating 10 to the dozen.
“You get undressed then!” I said, not believing that I actually said it.
“W. . W . . . What, what do you mean?” mom stumbled to reply, shocked that I just asked her to take her clothes off.
“You just told me I’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about being naked in front of you, so why don’t you practice what you preach.?” I replied.
Mom still half bent then said..