Obviously, her changing (in more ways than one).

"Oh is that you?" Came my mother's half-muffled voice. She had her head in her linen cupboard. Her back was facing me. What's worse, she only had on her bra and panties.

I paused. Should I say something? This is so out of character, even for her.

My eyes dart to the doorway. Unfortunately, she'd see me if I tried to go out. I sigh. Fuck it. I casually strolled over. I can hear her talking to herself.

Ever closer now, I make out the frills on her underwear. Even the freckles on her back. My eyes start to stray like any hormonal male would. That leads my eyes to the rump of her ass.

Luckily, she still hasn't realised how close I am now.

I feel the tension and heat between our close bodies. My eyes widen imperceptibly at the state of both of us. It seems I've only just realised our predicament. That's when she decides to turn around.

"Couldn't she have waited!?" I mutter in mild annoyance, all while watching her face register my presence. I instinctively adjusted the towel around my waist, only forgetting that I could now control my erections at will.

"John! It's you!" My mother shrieked slightly. This caused me to wince and step back. I could see her hand resting on her rapidly rising chest. "Don't scare me by standing so close!"

Reaching back, I chuckle while scratching my head. " Sorry mom... I thought you needed some help."

"Well yes, thank you for that." She steps closer, giving me her motherly smile. I then feel her hand clutch my shoulder while rubbing it. Before I can enjoy the sensation it's gone. That's when I see her lips move. " It seems I'm having some trouble today. I don't know what's gotten into me."

That's when I remembered what I'd done.