Guess it's time to open up those eyes.

John cracked his eyes open, slowly, afraid of what he'd see. With his eyes closed, it was easy to forget where he was, and the situation he was currently in.

His gaze fell on the far wall of his mother's room, where she was no longer standing. Instead, he looked down to see the dark hair of the top of her head at waist height, her face leaning in close to examine her son's health issue. She was on her knees, her feet poking out from under her bumcheeks, the short nightgown barely able to keep the area hidden.

'It doesn't look too bad, John,' she said, her breath almost hitting his crotch as she spoke. 'Whereabouts does it hurt?'

'Mom,' John said, sighing with obvious discomfort. 'Come on, you can't see anything.'

She looked up at him, her big, loving eyes glimpsing through her dark hair, from her kneeling position in front of his nakedness. Her uncomfortably revealing outfit shifted as she leaned in a little closer, revealing what John thought could have been the bottom of her dark underwear. His mother looked back to the appendage in front of her, actually biting her lower lip after flicking her tongue over it, so quick and small he swore he could have imagined the gesture.

To his sudden horror, he felt a familiar twitch in his loins, coupled with another burst of discomfort. He turned away from his mother, trying to pull his pants back up without much success, hoping she hadn't noticed the way he'd been looking at her, however briefly.

Had he really just been turned on by his own mother?

'Can you please just take me to the doctor, mom?' John stammered as he finally fastened his belt back to where it belonged. He turned back to her, surprised to see her still on her knees, her face still and washed over with something he struggled to identify, something he'd never seen on his mother's face before.

'Of course, sweetie,' she responded, finally getting to her feet, but not before moving her tongue over her lower lip once more, almost quick enough that John wouldn't notice, but he had. He also noticed the bottom of her nightgown, bunched up from being seated, linger slightly above her thighs before gravity brought it back down, exposing the bottom of the dark underwear he'd thought he'd seen earlier. 'Just let me get dressed, okay?'

John walked to the door, scolding himself for spying his own mother's underwear, and for the feelings the glimpse had inspired. He waited outside the door, hoping there wouldn't be any further discomforts once they arrived at the doctor and he received some kind of treatment.