She tells you where the upstairs bathroom is.

"Bathroom's down the hallway, last door on the left."

You bounce up off the bed, and grab your shorts from the floor. You give a quick "Thanks, love you" as you rush out the door and down the hallway. And just as she said, last door on the left is the bathroom. You rush in, and notice just how... romantic it's made out to be. A large jacuzzi bathtub big enough for 3 or more people dominates the space near the wall, as close-by is the toilet. The overly ornate sink rests near a wall that is all one mirror, laying next to a dark wood cabinet you're sure is full of her towels and necessities. You close the door behind you, as you gently put the lid of the toilet seat down, and plop yourself into position, leaning back and gently thumping the back of your head against the wall in frustration.

"Damn it," you mutter. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! Fucking Tabbi, pushing me into Mom, and then Mom demanding to see my dick! "Nothing to be ashamed about"? You tell that to Allison, then! DAMN IT!"

You shuffle your feet, and feel some fabric rub the left one. You reached down to find what it is, and pull it up a lacy bra. Your heart starts beating faster, as you take in what you're holding. One of your mom's... AMBER'S bras, large and enticing. Your mind instantly starts to imagine her in it, slowly dancing, hoping to get you aroused. The way she pivots, and rolls her hips, as her hands reach her breasts, and slowly pulls them out-

"Tim, is everything okay? Do you need anything to... relieve yourself", you hear your mom ask.

"N-no, Mom. I'm fine. Thank you, though."

A long pause, followed by a low sigh comes from the other side of the door.

"Okay," she says, dejectedly. "If you need anything, I'll be in the bedroom."

You're not certain, but you thought you could detect just a bit of longing in her voice. But you shake it off and try to get passed the awkwardness, but the club attached to your groin is preventing that from happening. You look down at it, as it points up at you, in a weird attempt to look at you, eye to eye. Daring you to do something about it.