After Showers

That day was just bizarre. I passed Becca, still naked, as I was coming out of the bathroom and she was getting into the shower. Her breasts, neck, and face still had the spatter of my come on them.

We were going to meet Mom downstairs in about 20 minutes.

I popped on my cell phone and gave Misty a call. I have to admit, I was finding it hard to concentrate on her when I knew there was so much going on here. We talked for about 10 minutes until I heard the shower shut off. I told her I missed her and that we'd see her in a few days. We had one more day on the road before we got back home.

Rebecca came out with a towel on, grabbed some clothes out of her bag and went back into the bathroom, closing the door to get changed. I was tempted, of course, to do something, but I wasn't really ready again yet.

When Becca came out, she wasn't showing any weirdness at all, which I thought was a little strange, since I couldn't remember telling her to forget what she'd done this morning, but who was I to knock it? She was wearing one of her patented too-tight white t-shirts and jeans. We picked up our bags, did a last check around the room to make sure we had everything, found a couple sundries that we stuffed into our bags, and headed downstairs to meet up with Mom at the restaurant in the hotel.

She was on her cell with Dad, saying how much she missed and loved him. She was wearing a cream blouse and slacks. I noticed she had a little more make up on than normal; darkish lipstick and maybe a hint of eyeshadow over eye-linered eyes. I wondered if there was any dissonance between her saying that and whatever memory she had of her sons cock erupting inside her. I felt myself hardening at the thought.

We had ourselves some breakfast and hopped back in the car. Becca decided she'd drive a little this morning, and I took the back seat.