She's in the shower

No response.

Well that's a shame. My thoughts return to Rachel but I firmly put her out of my head. No, I want that bitch slow-cooked; much better to wait.

With a groan, I stand up and adjust the monster in my pants awkwardly. I'm not used to its sheer size yet. But I can't deny that it feels amazing to be packing such a beast. Well, taking care of this myself wasn't my first choice, but it could be really satisfying to get to know my new equipment.

Upstairs on my way to my room, I stop by Rachel's room to listen at the door. At first I hear nothing, but then I pick up the soft noises of a frustrated girl whimpering and moaning sexually. With a smile, I continue on my way. Good to know she was right where I wanted her. A few more hours at least. Then I'd check on her.

Proceeding down the hall, I pick up another sound. The subtle rushing sound of water being run somewhere. Of course! Mom is in the shower. That makes sense; Dad just left for work and Mom would have just finished her morning workout.

The mental picture of my mom in the shower sends a rush of eagerness through me that makes my cock ache. Before I even stop to think about it, I turned the knob of her bedroom door and let myself in. The room inside is dimly lit by the halo of light around the still-closed curtains and the light from the adjoining bathroom. Mom had left the door to the bathroom slightly ajar and I could clearly hear the splattering sound of water.

I close the bedroom door behind myself and lock it. Dad would not be coming home any time soon, but I don't want poor horny Rachel to defy probability and wander in here looking for Mom.

Stepping further inside, my heart thunders in my chest. Am I really doing this? I really am doing this. Through the doorway to the bathroom, the shower comes into view and with it, my gorgeous naked mother. The glass of the shower is slightly distorted for privacy, not enough to disguise her but just enough to spoil the view.

Just as I reach for the door to announce myself with a knock, I hear her voice.

"John... I know it's wrong, but I don't care. Please, I need this. I won't tell anyone, I swear... Ohh..." Her words become a moan, and I realize she's holding the handheld shower head between her legs.

She's masturbating thinking about me. This is already going better than I'd imagined.