She only wants to help, right?

'I...' John stammered. 'I guess, I can show you.'

He ignored what he thought he saw as some kind of excitement on his mother's face, knowing the idea was ridiculous, not to mention extremely inappropriate, and waited for some kind of further instruction. Did she want him to just... drop his pants?

'Okay, sweetie, good. Just remember, I'm your mom. There's nothing weird about this, I just want to help.' He nodded, suddenly wishing she'd stop rubbing his back. She seemed to have read his mind, and so stepped back from him, crossing her hands over her stomach. 'Look, I can see this isn't the most comfortable situation... why don't I turn around, you take off your pants, and then tell me when you're ready for me to look?'

He swallowed and shrugged while nodding, figuring the idea made as much sense as it could, considering the circumstances. 'Okay.'

His mother nodded, her short, dark hair bobbing with the movement. She turned around, facing the same direction as him, and before he could unbuckle his belt, he unfortunately realised just how exposing his mother's sleepwear was. Her back was completely naked down to her waist, aside from a few tied strands to keep the clothing on her body. The silk nightgown stopped at her thighs, her behind barely hidden beneath the thin material, outlined perfectly. Her skin was smooth, slightly paler than usual, as per his entire family, barely a wrinkle on her, due to having her children so young. Her exposed legs and back seemed to be chilly, bumpy with the chill of the early morning.

John shook his head and cursed himself for thinking with the wrong head in this, of all, situations. He unbuckled his belt and carefully, to avoid disturbing the area, pulled down his jeans, refusing to admit that he'd been checking out his mom.

His pants on the floor, he knew if he was going to do this, it was now or never. Inhaling, he dragged his underwear down his legs with the same gentle care, standing back up straight in his mother's room, her right in front of him, his manhood completely exposed to the cool air.

He cleared his throat. 'You can... turn around, now.'

His mother did so, slowly, careful not to embarrass him by looking all at once. As she spun, he averted his eyes from the bottom hem of her nightgown, knowing all it would take was enough movement for the air to slightly lift the dress, instead closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

A few silent moments passed, aside from the sound of her shuffling bare feet on the floorboards, before he began to wonder what was happening.