George: Shower

George came home from school, shivering from the torrential rain that had poured on his clothes. The forecast for the day was supposed to be gorgeous, so he only wore a small dress shirt, and shorts that were now soaked, thanks to bad weatherman. My mom’s going to kill me, he thought. He tried sneaking up the nearby set of stairs.

“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 down and he felt his privates grow.

“George, you better take off those boots now, you are getting mud everywhere.” Wait, is this your backpack?”

He nodded and she bent over to pick up the backpack, and her skirt showed him the uppermost part of her thigh. More tingling. He shivered; the rain really had made him pretty cold. His mom heard his teeth chatter.

“Oh George, you must be freezing. A warm shower will do you some good. I’ll heat you up some water for the shower.

She left the room and went into the bathroom and turned on the water. The shower was a standing shower, which was more of a booth. George was only in fifth grade, yet he was becoming a man. She noticed that his penis stiffened when she purposely grazed his zipper. She stopped the water once in got hot enough for him.