At least she's asleep. Yea right! As the water poured over her tight body, she started to come around. Her hand hanging at her side moved over and ...tarted to fondle my now rock hard cock. She lifted her head, looked at me and smiled, "Hi Donny. What are you doing in my shower? Where are my clothes? What am I...". She paused for a second and opened her eyes wide. "Oh God, is that you penis?" Yea mom. You're a little drunk and I'm cleaning you up before bed, that's all.". And then it. I had stumbled upon this uncomfortable fact when I accidentally discovered, in my only child's bedroom, a stash of hard-core porn, and then, after a dread-filled search, found a secret file of sex stories on the family computer. The genre of both findings left little doubt as to the diagnosis.What followed was the obvious — confrontation, recrimination, anger, denial, and so forth, followed by tears, and an insincere promise to straighten up and leave all that nonsense behind. I was glad then. The bright yellow cottages are so cheerful and retro. One day I was by the pool sunning myself nude and I was approached by a tall Texan by the name of Cram. He sat next to me and we talked for two hours. He removed his bathing suit and got an all over tan like mine. For the entire week we would meet up and sun bath together. He told me about his family. All 5 of his c***dren were married and out of the house. His wife is a successful business woman who is gone most of the time and they have a. . so, I wouldn'tlook like a sissy. It's, well, Ms. Paine said it was a more mature lookfor me. And, oh, I thought this was what you... you wanted me to do,well, because..." Frankie's voice trailed off as he looked at his mother'sdeepening frown."Really, you just have to stop doing this," she said with a no-nonsenseedge in her voice. Frankie looked at her with astonishment. "You can'tgo around dressed like this Frankie..."The young man nodded and hung his head. "Yes, I know... it's awful..