George Shower
“George!” He flinched, and turned around to face his mom. His mom was wearing a white skirt that fluttered when she walked, and it was right above her knees, Her shirt was a pink low-cut v-neck that plunges lower than it ought to. Her deep red hair flowed around her as she walked over to him and patted him from head to foot, to feel the level of wetness he had accumulated outside. She brushed past his zipper when she was checking. George felt a strange tingling in that area. He looked...