Fifteen minutes later I was finished showering and was shaving. I saw her face in the mirror. She rested her chin against my bicep."Sofa?" she grinned... "or bed?" Surprise me," I said.It was little surprise that when I stepped out of the little bathroom, the lights were out everywhere except the elevated bedroom. She was on her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder at me. "Your last shot, Alan," she said. "I'm about to start." Giggle. "An' I want..."When I climbed onto the bed behind. I groaned and turned my head to face the wall, splaying my fingers wider under the pillow. The mattress was thin and lumpy. I turned on my side for a few minutes. Hotter. Sweatier. My thighs stuck together. My upper arms and my torso and my breasts broiled against each other.Too much tacky skin on tacky skin: I couldn’t hold the position. I rolled back onto my stomach once more, spread my limbs out again. The Spiderman pose once more. That faint voice whispered something about my modesty, but. That one was perfect but she put on the next one and opened the door again. I then told Mom that the second one looked best. She handed me the other two bras and told me to bring back the C-cup ones. I did and then I waited. The second set was great too. I waited patiently and Mom opened the door, reached out, and pulled me into the changing room with her.Mom was in the last set and it was the sheerest set too. I had been waiting for that set to get modeled and now I was standing right in front. The sports bra created a very distinct cleavage.Meanwhile, beads of sweat were forming on the milky-white body. I noticed his boner increasing further in size. I thought this was enough for now, or he might just cum in his pants in front of me. So I stood straight and looked straight in his eyes while pulling up my shorts a little and asked him what happened.He didn’t reply. His eyes were fixated on my sweaty thighs and navel. I asked again, but he was totally zoned out. I actually liked how.