“Nah, I’m not hungry,” he said and headed up to his room.
Sarah heard his door shut upstairs and sat down with her lunch. She ate slowly and rationalized the feelings she had felt. She thought to herself, “Well, he is his father’s son. And he is in really good shape. I guess I never noticed. And he’s 18, a man now, technically.” Until now she still held the image of Jake as a child, her child. It was hard to see him as a grown man. There can’t be anything wrong with knowing your son is attractive. Obviously I’m not attracted to him, just know that he is. She was satisfied with her conclusion and finished her breakfast.
It was one thirty in the afternoon and Sarah felt like taking a shower. She usually did this at night, but maybe it was the uneasy thoughts she had earlier in the kitchen that gave her the urge. She turned on the water and got undressed. She thought not of her son’s body, but simply of the change that had occurred in her and her husband’s bodies throughout the years. “Shawn is still handsome”, she thought truthfully, “he’s just gained some weight with the years”. Shawn had gained a couple pounds every year since Jake was born. Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, now fully naked. She had also gained weight, though only five or ten pounds. She reasoned that her daily routine was more active than her husband’s, allowing herself to stay in better shape.
Sarah was five feet and four inches tall, her hair a sort of amber brown down a few inches below her shoulders. A pang of sadness hit her while looking at her body, as she judged it much more harshly than any outside perspective would. It was true that she didn’t look like a twenty year old, she was thirty nine. Almost forty, she thought. Sarah was beautiful. She had nice skin and a mild curve to her hips. Her face was described as “cute” more than it was “hot”, and her C cup breasts complemented her frame. “I don’t need to look like I’m in my twenties to be beautiful. I look good for almost forty”. After a few moments considering this fact, she was at peace, grateful that she looked as good as she did.
Sarah stepped into the shower and began her routine. First scrubbing her entire body with a bar of soap, then washing it off. She grabbed the shower head to rinse her legs more easily. She was full of thoughts of the past today and remembered how she used to use the showerhead stream when she was younger to pleasure herself. It had been a long time, decades, since she had done that. For old time’s sake, she turned down the temperature of the water just a little and started to do as she had done back in highschool. It took her a minute to make it feel right. She adjusted the shower head to a more gentle setting and found herself enjoying the warm water pressing into her vagina and teasing her clit. As she held the stream to herself she relaxed and thought that she might be able to get off like this. Sarah had always preferred using her imagination over porn. To her, porn felt strange and cold. Always shot and directed for men anyways.