Your Mother is Jerking off in the shower.

You peek into the bathroom and see something that will stick with you forever. Namely, Your mom's new body. It's... quite something.

You knew that it belonged to a football player but it wasn't until now that you realized how... built she is now. Hot water is pouring down her body, showing off every contour and muscle. Her six-pack abs, firm pecs and toned... everything. She's got one hand on the wall, bracing herself, liquid and steam rolling down her back, her other hand is on her...

Her cock.

It's big. That's the first thing that pops into your head. It's big. Bigger than yours was. You never thought much of your cock when you had one but now that its gone and you've seen this one, you can't help but compare them. You have no way of knowing how many inches it is. But you're thinking about it. It's hard, too. Mom is going at it like a jack-hammer, gripping the shaft and moving up and down and up and down. Her breath is quick and ragged, coming out of her in grunts and moans. You've never heard noise like that coming out of a voice that deep. Your... starting to feel kinda funny.

Your eyes are fixated on your Mother's big black cock as you peer through a crack in the door. A strange feeling starts to rumble in the pit of your stomach. An electricity in your loins that both horrifies and thrills you to your core. You can't help it, the hormones' raging through your body. The woman who owned this body before you might have had a love of sex. You have no way of really knowing what she was like. Her likes and dislikes. Her turn-ons and turn-off's. Maybe peeping on people in the shower is what drives her wild. But hey, let's be honest with ourselves here. Hormones are only part of the story. This body may belong to someone else but the mind is all yours. You always just assumed you were straight. But now...

You're starting to think you might not be as heterosexual as you thought.

One of your hands, dainty and soft but not nearly as manicured as they once were, begins to snake its way down past the band of your sweatpants. It moves into your panties, the least feminine ones you could find. An errant finger starts to press on your pussy, slowly moving in a circular manner. Your breath begins quicken, matching your Mothers in pace but not pitch. You and her are in a sort of sync now. You pray that she doesn't notice your there.

But those prayers go unanswered. Because right then, you lean forward to get a better look and you loose your balance. You slip and fall right through the Bathroom door.

Oops.