The morning after

You wake up later than usual, 15 minutes before you need to be in school. Panic sets in and you dive out of bed ready to rush to get ready when you suddenly laugh, your eyes fall on the golden watch hidden carefully beneath your pillow. You grab it and click it nonchalantly, before getting dressed at a leisurely pace. As you're leaving you can't help but notice the locked bathroom door, you take a penny out of your wallet and use it to turn the lock from the outside of the door carefully before pushing it open. Your eyes go wide in surprise as you see a completely frozen, steam-filled room. It's like standing inside of a cloud that's stuck. You step slowly into the mist and check who's in the shower. Your mother's facing you, her lips open as though she's saying something, or maybe she was singing. One of her hands is cupping her breast, it's covered in soap so it's clear she's cleaning herself but you can't help but notice her thumb and finger squeezing her nipple. Her other hand is down by her side, but angled in a way that looks like she was just touching herself. You suddenly get an idea.