She tilted her head, her eyes fixing on him with that knowing maternal warmth.
"Jorghan? You've gone quiet again. Are you even listening to your mother?"
He forced his eyes up to meet hers, but the damage was done; a flush crept up his neck, hot as the springs themselves.
Under the water, his cock had been stirring for the last half-hour, thickening with each accidental glimpse of her body.
Now, it throbbed insistently, straining against the current, demanding attention he couldn't give without revealing his shame.
"Of course I am, Mother," he replied, his voice rougher than he intended, laced with the strain of holding back. He shifted slightly, trying to angle his hips away, but the movement only sent a fresh wave of water sloshing toward her, making her breasts bob enticingly.
