It was just a glimpse. It lasted no more than a second, because it took little more than that for her to grab the wine bottle and start turning back to me. But the sight of it was burned into my brain. My mom's pussy. I'd never seen it before. We weren't a prudish family, but we weren't nudists, either. I'd never seen my mom naked. Now, I had seen her pussy. I could never un-see it. Nor would I want to.

I felt a sharp stiffening under my shorts immediately. Right away, I regretted not wearing underwear. I was aroused, instantly, and it would be difficult to conceal the...