I gave in, got up and went to the dresser. I looked into the mirror and sure enough, there was Josh in the bathroom. Naked, his penis was semi-hard. I...looked at it and saw what a fine, virile man he had grown into. I was filled with motherly and womanly love for my son. Proud he was my boy, my son. But also, appreciative of his masculinity, his manhood.The next night, fate entered into the equation. The hotel had no rooms with two beds. The only thing available was a room with one queen size.. "We have more than enough" She replied as the goth girl looked at her with a raised eyebrow, doubting about her claim of fixing up the financial problem. Sure, they do save the money bit by bit when they heard of the proposal by Heather. Heather can be a bit bitchy and demanding when it comes to things she wants, usually for herself to enjoy but when there are times when she can be quite generous. Rarely, so when she proposed to them the idea of building a villa where all of them could live. Finally shame and guilt. And thus it was that one the eve of her greatest success, she had written her single greatest failure. And that was why she now looked at photographs, as though these frozen moments of happier times might suggest where things had gone so off the rails. Wedding pictures. Honeymoon pictures. They’d been so young then, though the notion applied more emotionally than chronologically. She scrolled. The photographs had long since been committed to memory. She sensed his. I apologized, and she simply looked at me. After what seemed to be forever, she said, "Do you like to feel that material on your penis?" I told her I did, and she moved a bit closer. "Did you want to do this earlier on the slip I'm wearing?" I nodded, and she untied the belt holding her robe closed. She took the robe off, and stood before me in her slip, barefoot. "Give me that slip you are holding," she said quietly. I handed it to her, and watched as she removed the black full slip. Her.