Yes. So...

I wondered what the shower was about, so I began wondering if Rach started it. I took a peek in her room. She was still in bed, so for a split second, I thought she was asleep, but I noticed that there were motions under her blanket. Very... suggestive motions. Was she having a wet dream or something? I didn't stick around to find out because I wandered into the bathroom to find out who was showering. The bathroom door was open ajar, and the lights were on; Was mom in there...? As soon as I reached the doorway, I turned about to give her privacy, but I heard frantic panting. Was she having a heart attack? I guess I wouldn't blame her, after seeing me and Ria going at it like rabbits. I cracked the door open some, and then I heard... moaning! Was she masturbating too?!

"Oh! Oh, Michael." I couldn't believe what I just heard. Why was she getting off about me? I then remembered: when Rachel was wearing my shirt, she smelt some of my cologne. And kissed my lips! Part of me wanted to get out of there; it was my mother, for crying out loud! But then... another part of me wanted to stay. And more than just listen... I crept into the bathroom, with mom still rubbing her pussy, and I went to the curtain to pull it back and spy on her. Whoa!

She was rubbing herself furiously! Her fingers stroked her labia up and down, her clit in rapid circles; My mind absently had me jerking off in my underwear, getting hard and getting off on what I saw. "Michael..." she sighed, letting out a moan with her head tilted back. She looked like she was close to an orgasm, so i stroked a bit faster, too. When she was about to say to herself that she was gonna blow, she saw me and stopped. I froze, too; I didn't know what to do: stay or run. She looked at me with misty eyes, hard to tell, and a blush on her face. I finally had the nerve to speak.

"Sorry!" I said hurriedly and left her.

"Stop right there, young man," she said firmly. I froze again, but I was so close to getting out of there. I could hear some shuffling sounds, meaning she was getting up. The shower went off, but there was silence for almost a minute. "Michael?" she asked.

"Y-Yeah?" I asked.

"Come in here." I looked behind me, asking myself if she was seriously asking that. But I straightened up and took one small step after the other until I was in the shower with her. She was a beauty, all right, water dripping down her well-round breasts and thick hourglass figure. She made herself an attractive woman her age, but I didn't get much else in when she took a step closer. She bent down a little and was slipping my underwear off. I wasn't sure what to make of it all, so I just lifted my legs as she took my undies and tossed them out. Now, we both were standing naked in the shower, and her firm tone vanished from my mind as she smiled and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me onto her wet body. She waited for me to do something, at least, so I wrapped my arms around her back.

"Mom, I--"

"You know..." she said, stopping me, "when you're father left us for that tramp... I thought it was because I wasn't good enough for him." I just let mom have her say, gently pressing my ear to her stomach. She pet my head and went on. "You look so much like your father. So handsome..." she cooed. Her other hand rubbed on my good arm. "But I secretly wanted him to love me. But I know he won't be back anytime soon." She guided my hand down her damp leg, getting my attention as I look up at her. When I felt something that wasn't the water, my heart almost jumped into my throat.

"Mom..." I croaked, trying to argue with her and myself of how wrong this was. I was losing...

"Michael, I never found you attractive like a lover. But I want a man to love me, to make me feel special. And right now..." she said, her voice getting huskier by the minute, "Mommy wants you." She has me rubbing her pussy, getting off again and building up to an orgasm she meant to finish.

Should Mike:
1) Resist, risk letting this lust build?
2) Give in, and help Becky cum?