We both stepped into the group showers, talking about school, girls and sports. For some reason, I couldn’t stop looking at him out of the corner of...my eye. To my relief, it had no effect on me. I was beginning to feel that it was nothing but an aberration. But then I saw him start to watch his dick. Flaccid, it was no more than an inch and a half. Nothing impressive. But as he washed himself, I saw him start to grow. He was obviously taking a bit more time with that area, as he thought it was. It was good for my ego, even though it had already been boosted very nicely just by being around this woman. ‘Harry.’ ‘Hmmmm.’ ‘Do you believe in love at first sight?’ ‘Huh! No … I don’t think so. I’m not sure. I suppose it’s possible.’ ‘Oh.’ There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. I rolled toward her. ‘Vannie, we just met a few hours ago. Aren’t you jumping the gun a bit?’ She rolled toward me. ‘Maybe. Maybe not. There’s something happening here. That dream of yours. It drew you to. See, Rikki wasn’t into specific fetishes exactly. Rikki was into degradation first and foremost. So, if I spun any fetish I had the right way and if I called her a foul little fucktoy and worthless little slut while I did it, she’d be into whatever it was. I started really picking up on it when we went into piss play. I’d make her lay in the bathtub with the drain stopped and mark her tits, coating her in my piss and making sure I got it in her hair while she moaned and spread her legs. When. " Admit it. It was fun." It wasn't!" You loved all the attention." We both had and we both knew it. There is something almost inexplicably exciting about showing yourself publicly after having spent your whole life being told that public nudity is wrong. And when your mother is at your side the whole experienced becomes surreal and exhilarating. And I knew that mom had felt the same."Didn't! And now I'm sore." Sore where?" I asked."Between my ... down ... oh forget it." Mom's pussy was sore?.