‘Oh I completely forgot about that’ she said walking down towards him, his head still tilted out of the doorframe. Thoughts suddenly flashed through Brett’s mind that of course his mum was too nice and sweet to have devised this whole scenario. How stupid of him. The chair of the local church board would not do such a thing. He was betraying her trust. All the strong bonds of their relationship would break. She would wonder why her son had called her into the bathroom while he was completely naked and she wouldn’t fail to notice that he was semi hard now. How would he be able to explain it?
‘I will just pop in to get it if that’s ok?’ she asked. Brett held the door half closed so that she could only see his head.
He had frozen.
‘Is everything ok son?’ she asked. ‘Are you maybe not completely decent in there?’ she said with a warm knowing smile. It was a smile that robbed Brett of all his senses.
‘Yes’ he stammered.
‘That’s ok honey. I can come back.’ She seemed to turn. Then hesitated. ‘Only…only remember what I said to you about not being shy?’
Brett nodded.
‘Well you don’t need to be shy dear.’ she said with a girlish laugh. ‘If it will make you more comfortable why don’t you cover up with your hands in front while I am in there’ she said demonstrating with her hands at the top of her legs.
Brett’s head was spinning so fast. He felt a stream of precum dripping down his leg. He didn’t know what to make of this new turn in events. He had invited her down for this very reason. But now that it was happening he felt genuinely scared and embarrassed. On the one hand he felt intimidated, and on the other he felt confused and unsure. Maybe he was the only one getting terribly excited. Maybe his mother was just being a normal mother and it was perfectly natural for her to come in and see her nude son. Where was the harm in that? Maybe the only harm was that she would see that he was excited and that wouldn’t be ok.
‘Ok mum’ he said at last. ‘Just give me a second.’ He closed the door and looked himself over in the mirror just to see how much his hands would cover. She would just see his pubic hair around the sides of his fingers. But with his erection he realised he wouldn’t be able to cover all of himself. She would of course have a clear view of his buttocks in the mirror if she looked that way.
‘Brett?’ she called. ‘Can I come in dear? There is nothing to be embarrassed about.’
‘Ok come in’ he called. She stepped in straight away her eyes immediately looking at his groin. But at the last minute he had chickened out and covered himself with a small hand towel.
‘Ah sweetie’ she beamed coyly. ‘Show your mum what you have under there. It is ok.’
Brett couldn’t say anything. He stared at his mother’s well-groomed face. Her hair tied back in a bun. The librarian glasses and her lips thick and red with lipstick. She had a pearl necklace over her blouse, it was the one that had been drying in the shower a few days ago.
She then laughed and reached up to stroke his shoulders.