His mother stepped into the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that clung to her damp skin, barely reaching her thighs.
The fabric outlined her full breasts, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips.
Her chestnut hair was pinned up, wet strands clinging to her neck, and her cheeks glowed from the steam.
"Jack, honestly," she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and warmth. "You take forever in here. I need to get ready too." She bent slightly, the towel riding up to reveal the smooth expanse of her upper thighs, her breasts swaying just enough to tease the edge of her cleavage.
Before Jack could respond, she straightened, her fingers loosening the towel.
With a casual flick, she let it drop to the floor, revealing her naked body as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her skin glistened under the bathroom lights, water droplets tracing paths over her curves.
Her breasts were heavy and round, tipped with light pink nipples that hardened slightly in the cool air.
Her waist curved inward, flaring into hips that begged to be touched, and a neatly trimmed patch of chestnut hair, slightly darker than her head, crowned the delicate folds between her thighs.
"Mom!" Jack yelped, stumbling back, his hands instinctively covering his hardening length.
His heart pounded, torn between shock and the undeniable pull of her body.
She turned, her hazel eyes wide with confusion.
"Stop yelling, Jack. What's wrong?" She glanced down at herself, as if checking for a flaw.
"Is there something on my body?" She spun slowly, giving him a full view of her toned back and the generous curve of her ass, each cheek plump and inviting.
Jack's mouth went dry.
So this is what the goddess meant, he thought.
A virgin world. No sexual boundaries, no tension—except for me.
Her complete lack of self-consciousness only heightened his arousal, the contrast between her innocence and his desire driving him wild.
Her eyes flicked downward, landing on his hands, which failed to fully conceal his erection.
"What's that, Jack?" she asked, her tone curious, almost clinical, as she stepped closer.
"N-nothing!" he stammered, pressing his hands tighter against himself.
"Is it swollen?" she pressed, her brow furrowing with concern. "Show me."
Jack hesitated, his pulse racing. She closed the distance, her naked body inches from his, the scent of jasmine and soap enveloping him.
"Come on, Jack," she insisted, her voice firm but gentle. "Let me see."
Reluctantly, he moved his hands, revealing his fully erect length. It stood proud, throbbing under her gaze. Her eyes widened slightly, but there was no shame, only curiosity.
"Why is it so hard?" she asked, tilting her head.
He swallowed, scrambling for an explanation. "It… sometimes gets like this when I'm excited."
She chuckled, a warm, melodic sound. "Oh, is it because of the family vacation next week? You've been talking about it nonstop."
It wasn't, but Jack nodded, seizing the excuse. "Yeah, exactly."
Her smile softened, and she reached for a bottle of body wash.
"Alright, sit on the stool and stay still. I'll scrub you down—we're running out of time."
She gestured to a small stool in the shower, her movements natural, as if bathing her grown son was routine.