My son Manuel

It all started out innocently enough, as an accident. I got home one Thursday night about eleven from Girls Game Night. My husband, Rodger was already sound asleep, snoring away in bed. I was a little tipsy, but far from drunk. I went into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. There I walked right in on my nineteen year old son, Manuel toweling off after a shower.

We were both too shocked to do anything for a moment. I just stared. I hadn’t seen Manuel naked since he was a little boy. He was no longer a little boy at all; he was a man, and a handsome man at that. Up until that moment, the only adult male I had ever seen naked was Rodger, my husband of twenty years. Manuel had a beautiful body. He was tall and lithe, muscular, not an ounce of fat on him. He had a smooth chest, and a brown patch of pubic hair just above his dangling penis and testicles. I couldn’t believe I was looking at him like this, but I couldn’t help it. The fact was I was enthralled. He was beautiful. There was a long pause. Neither of us said anything. Then Manuel grinned. He continued toweling off as if I weren’t even there. He turned around, exposing his muscular back and his tight buns. I sat down on the lid of the commode and watched my sexy young son perform for me. That’s what he was doing, it was quite clear. He was enjoying showing off. I had to admit I found it quite erotic, gazing shamelessly at his naked young body.