Awakenings 2

"Mom, are you okay?" You call out after her.

"Just a minute!" She shouts back from inside. The shower starts to run. "Don't come in here, I'm filthy."

You're curious about what's going on, but you respect her wishes and wait outside. After a few minutes, she comes out of the bathroom, a blue towel wrapped around her hair in that weird fold that all women seem to know how to do. She's otherwise naked again, her skin glistening from the moisture of the shower.

"Okay, that was different. How come you're up at this time, Doug? It's practically night, still!"

"I woke up just like you, actually. I'm fresh out of the shower, too. Uhm, you didn't happen to shave during the shower, did you?" You ask her, eyeing her perfectly smooth skin.

"No, I didn't. Why, is there-" Her eyes widen as she notices how her entire body is devoid of hair, just like yours is. She races back into the bathroom, where you hear a strangled gasp of amazement. You follow to see her running her fingers across her body, feeling her smooth, hairless skin, and smiling happily at herself.

She looks up at you and smiles at the look on your face. "This is amazing," she exclaims with delight. "Look at me! My tits are bigger, too!" She is grabbing her breasts and squeezing them in both hands, which are way too small to cup them entirely. "They used to sag a bit before, but now they're perky and firm."

After a minute, she turns back around to you. You've been staring at her fondling her boobs the entire time, taking in the radiant sight of her. She walks over and grabs your arm, pulling you into an embrace.

"Doug," she whispers in your ear. You can feel her breasts pushing into your chest and her breath on your neck. "I want to apologize for last night. I had a lot on my mind, and... Well..." she sighs heavily, her voice trailing off as she looks away for a second before looking back at you.

"It's okay, Mom," you say, placing your hand over hers. Your hand slips down her arm and squeezes her hand reassuringly. You can't believe how smooth her skin is. "You don't have to apolog-"

"Yes I do," she cuts you off. "This whole situation isn't normal, surely you realized that by now. What would your sisters say if they had seen us yesterday? Me, a successful lawyer, going at it with my son like an animal in the middle of the living room?" She sighs again. "It weighed on my mind. And then that thing with the pizza guy..." she trails off again, biting her lip nervously.

"Sorry about that," you reply sheepishly.

"No, it was my fault for letting it happen. With how quickly these things have developed, I was just overwhelmed yesterday. So I took these thoughts to bed with me, mulling over all of it, worrying about what others might think of me. Worrying about what you might think of me."

She lets out a long breath and takes another step back. She looks down at her feet and then back up at you with a smile.

"But you know what? I came to a realization," she says, taking a deep breath and looking you right in the eyes. "I don't care what other people think! Or what society thinks! You've been nothing but a perfect gentleman, as well as a naughty butt slut, you're making me feel twenty years younger, and so God help me, I will make this work!"

She puts her arms around you and kisses you softly. "I love you so much, Doug, I'm sorry for everything. The last two days have been totally crazy! But I'm ready to start over. I'll roll with whatever you throw at me!"

The two of you stand there for a moment, just enjoying each other’s presence as your bodies touch and press together. You're thinking over what she revealed to you... then take her hand and place it on your left ass cheek. She chuckles into your shoulder, but gives it a firm squeeze a moment later.