Next morning.

I woke with the sun beating on my face. I thought back and felt myself blush at all that had happened the previous day and night. I lay there as I remembered what I did with my mom...to my mom, to be exact. I got up from the bed still naked and went and took a long cold shower. Thoughts raced through my head about what I still wanted to do to my mother. Even though I knew it was wrong...it was so right. My mom was one of the few women who understood me entirely. I kept my full self from other women, only showing glimpses at...