The next morning Sylvia's mother woke Jason with a gentle kiss. "I'm going to go downstairs and make sure the girls have something for breakfast," she whispered. "You can stay here. Once they're gone, I'll be back."
"OK," he said. He watched her walk out of the room, snuggled down under the covers, and fell back asleep.
Sylvia's mother awakened him for the second time a little later. He sat up, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, looked at her, and was surprised to see she was still wearing her bathrobe.
"Come on, let's take a shower together," she said, grinning. "The girls are both gone.
Jason got out of bed and, as Sylvia's mother led him down the hallway, she said, "I screwed up my courage and talked with Brenda for a few minutes this morning. You were right, she isn't upset. You can't imagine what a relief that is."
When they got to the bathroom, Jason turned on the water in the huge shower while Sylvia's mother walked to the vanity, opened the door, and took out a bottle.
Jason was watching her, amazed how comfortable both of them seemed to be about being nude in front of each other. When she turned and started walking toward him, holding the bottle, he asked, "What's that?"
Sylvia's mother smiled at him. "Shampoo," she replied. "I need to wash my hair."
Jason didn't know why, but helping her with her shampoo suddenly seemed like a good idea. "Want me to do it for you?" he asked. Then he grinned and added, "Wash your hair, I mean?"
A pleased smile appeared on Sylvia's mother's face. "Why Jason, that's the nicest offer I've had in...well, in a long, long while," she giggled softly. "I'd love it."
They stepped into the huge shower and Sylvia's mother sat down on the ledge that ran around two sides of the huge opening and leaned her head back. Jason took the showerhead, one of the removable massaging ones that had a hose connecting it to the wall, and began wetting her hair. After all her hair was wet, he poured some shampoo into his hands, then massaged it into her short, blonde hair.
"Oh, God, my darling, you can't imagine how heavenly that feels," Sylvia's mother purred while he worked the rich lather into her hair and massaged her scalp with his fingers.
"She really does like this," Jason thought as he worked his fingers through her lather-covered hair and caressed her scalp. "God, if she was a cat, she'd be purring."
After he'd thoroughly "washed" her hair, Jason took the showerhead again, turned it to the "massage" setting, and began to rinse the shampoo off.
"Oh, God, I don't think I've ever had a more wonderful shampoo," Sylvia's mother murmured. Her eyes were closed and a look of total bliss had formed on her face as Jason carefully rinsed the lather out of her hair. He looked down and noticed that her nipples had grown hard while he was shampooing her and got a playful idea. Smiling, he re-directed the pulsing jets of water from Sylvia's mother's head to her erect nipples.