Shower scene

"Oh, I am such a clutz. I guess I have to clean again. But I better take a shower first."

And so she did go upstairs in the bathroom. As she undressed and entered the shower, tho, something strange happened. She was just about to turn it on, as an echo went through her thoughts:

"DONT CLEAN YOUR TITS!" It was loud and mighty and it was the voice of her beloved son. She never remembered when he said that, but of course he was right.

How stupid she was. A good mommy doesn't clean her tits. She laughed at her own stupidity as she got a bucket inside of the shower.

She filled the bucket with water and then got a sponge, which she used to clean up almost all of her body, carefully watching out to not let any water get on her breasts.

As she was done cleaning herself she went into her bedroom, about to put on some old clothes, fitting for the cleaning she had to do with the kitchen next, but then it slowly entered her mind, as she picked up a bra.

I cant put this on. If I move inside of this bra, it would move along my br... my tits the thought was instantly corrected in her mind to use this word instead of the usual breasts, she would have used instead. And that would probably clean them up at least a bit.... so I cant do that.

With a sad sigh she dropped her bra again and picked up her shirt, just to let it fall down a second later with just the same explanation, that her mind was giving her.