Fights the resolve to go in

Some how despite the intruding voice in the back of her head and reemergence of the hunger of her inner nymph, she took a step back while taking in a deep breath and exhaling as she turned to face the clothes in front of her. Quickly she gathered the clothing along with the boxers she had sucked on and marched to the washroom and only to be stopped when she could hear the grunting of her son who she could tell had relieved himself. Only looking back momentarily, she resumed her march into the washroom, determined to resist.

As she finishing dumping the clothes into the washer, she noticed just sitting on the covers hidden by the clothes was the book from earlier. Picking it up again, Ashley felt a sudden wave of electricity pass through her body and she braced her self with one hand on book and washing machine and her other hand on her stomach as another fury of playbacks of her past indiscretions flooded her mind. Her body convulsed as not were they just visually experienced, but physically experienced. Her hand that was resting on her stomach slid down to her crotch and she gasped at the sensitivity of her clit. Her eyes open and she stared at her self in the mirror atop of the washer and her dilated eyes spooked her. Her breathing was labored as she felt like she was coming down from severe orgasm, her legs were wobbly. She could feel a presence behind her and peering over her shoulder see her son was standing there looking concerned with some clothes in his hands. He was dressed partially now in some sweat pants and shirtless displaying his pristine physique. She stepped a side trying not to collapse. as he cautiously stepped up to drop some clothes in the wash.