Slow crawl

With shaking hands, he turned on the water and stepped into the stall. The cool spray felt like a slap in the face, but he welcomed the sensation. He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands as he tried to regain his composure. The water cascaded down his back, running over his shoulders and down his chest. He could feel the heat seeping out of his body, replaced by a chill that crept up his spine.

As he stood there, the water pounding against his skin, he couldn't help but think about what his mom said, or rather what it meant for him. Maybe she was right. Maybe he did need to take a step back. He knew he loved his moms, and they loved him, he was sure of it. But he couldn't deny the desire that consumed him whenever he saw them together.

With a deep breath, Jack turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. His heart still raced, but he felt slightly more in control. He removed his clothes and pulled off a pair of boxers, then wrapped a towel around his waist. He took one last look in the mirror, searching his own eyes for answers. But all he saw was the reflection of a confused, **** young man who wanted nothing more than to have his moms all to himself. "No, I wont back down!" He said before submitting himself to the ice cold streams of running water.

The short time after the shower and before Kira was done preparing lunch Jack spent in his room, thinking about his plan of action. And before his mom's lunch call, he was ready. Quickly, he wrote his name on a piece of paper and folded it, putting it into his pocket. Then, he went downstairs to the dining room, where he found his mother sitting at the table, waiting for him with the cooked meal.

"Sooo, mom," Jack started, "I know it was just a chore for you to teach me about kisses, but I thought maybe we can do something else about?" His too innocent of expression was clear as day. He was trying to play it cool, even though his heart was racing.

Kira raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" she asked. "And what might that be, dear?"

"Well," Jack drawled, trying to sound casual as he reached into his pocket, "I was just thinking... maybe you could, you know, show me some more. Like, we have only practiced two types of kisses, and something tells me there are many more." He paused, grinning mischievously. "Maybe you can show me something else?"

Kira's eyes glinted with regret and a hint of curiosity. "Oh, Jack..." she sighed. "You I am not a big fan of kissing men, in fact, you were the first and only boy I ever kissed." She blushed slightly at the memory. "Oh my god, I can't believe it, I mean, it was just a chore of course... Just a..."

"Mom, mom." Jack quickly interrupted his mom's line of thought, "What about more practice though? I mean, I now it can be a bother for you, but I think I learn so much!" He sounded more passionate about it, and the passion was genuine.

"Jack, as I said, I do not know why I had that chore listed, as I know nothing about kissing a man, unlike your mom Lara who dated guys in college," Kira chuckled softly. "She was so different back then. She was our basketball team's captain, and she dated that nice guy... doesn't matter. The point is that we met, and I fell in love, and then she fell in love, and now we have you! And if you want to learn more about kissing woman, you should ask your mother!" Kira looked at her son with a fond smile, "I'm sure she'd be happy to help you out."

Her expression clearly indicated to the end of this topic and Jack decided to enjoy the meal instead. As they ate their lunch, he tried to focus on the conversation Kira was having with him, about his school and his art.

After they finished eating, Jack helped Kira clean up the dining room, before she returned to her garden leaving Jack alone in the kitchen... "Well, if she wants me to ask mom about it, why not." Devious smile was held on his face as he took the sharpie from the fridge and added another point to the list of "Lara's" chores: "Teach Jack how to kiss a woman"

"Hm, this should probably do it."