An opportunity

While deep in contemplation mike didn't hear the approach of a certain someone. His mother.

"Mike is that you?"

Startled, Mike looked at his mother that had appeared almost silently in front of him. He wished she didn't do that somedays. She was leading him to an early grave.

Throwing his problem to the back of his mind he answered her after a short pause.

"Yeah mom, it's me. Just taking a shower before I decide what to do for the day."

Mike soon noticed a certain something. She looked to be squinting.

"You okay there mom?" He was curious for an answer.

Looking back at him in frustration she soon gave him his answer.

"It's these stupid contacts! You know I'm almost blind without them! Could you help me search for them? They seemed to have dropped right here on the floor."

A small smile creeped upon Mike's face hearing this. Why did this sound so..mom? His eyes critically looked over her attire. Well serves her right for wearing something on her while leaving her bedroom. What did she expect to happen? She probably lost it between what she was wearing. Or near it somehow.

He wanted to bring this up before he saw her odd actions. Vaguely, he seemed to recall this thing was called a satin shift? Though he had to admit it did compliment her supple figure. But why did with that like of it, come a sliver of disgust?

It felt like he had changed...?

"Mike!" His mother pleaded.

With that, he approached her.