"What's this one do?" Justine heard a young man's voice from down the hall and went rushing into her bedroom to investigate.
As she entered the condo's master bedroom, she realized the shower was running in the bathroom. She didn't know which one of her son's had brought another bimbo over to her house when she was away, but she was about to put a stop to it.
"Oh man, try it this way..." shouted a similar voice, as Justine pulled up to a stop just before she rounded the open doorway into her bathroom.
The bathroom in her new luxury condo was decked out with marble from wall to wall and the shower featured six heads and enough room for a small party. She could recognize the sound of her son's voices anywhere and, right now, it sounded like they were both in her spacious shower. She felt like she was breaking a cardinal rule peaking around the corner, but she couldn't help her curiosity. It had been a rough month of constant travel for work and she hadn't been laid since before she left. Could it really hurt if she just looked at just one penis, even if it did come from her own insatiable flesh?
In the reflection off the long line of mirrors that covered the bathroom walls, she could see they were splashing around inside her shower, with the clear glass door closed. Their voices were echoing up over the dividers that closed the shower off from the rest of the bathroom. Her nineteen year old twin sons had inherited her dark brown hair, narrow features in their faces, and tan complexion. From her ex-husband, they had inherited those broad shoulders and, from the looks of it, thick penises that each hung over a pair of meaty round balls.
Right now, Henry's pink circumcised penis hung toward the floor like a trunk. He was bent over as his brother directed the shower spray over his back. She couldn't blame them for enjoying the feeling of the water. That was the whole point of having the plumbers install such a ridiculous system, but she was surprised to see them in there at the same time.
Just as Justine started laughing to herself at the sight of her sons playing in the shower like they were kids again, she inhaled a bit of dust and, for all her attempts, could not hold off a loud sneeze.
"What's that? Who's there?!" Jacob turned toward the mirrors and locked eyes with his mother before she had a chance to dodge out of the way. "Mom? What are you doing home?" he yelled as he covered his shame. His brother made a similar gesture with both hands.
"What am I doing home? What are you two doing here? And what the hell are you doing?"
"We were curious about your new place and we're on your entry list so the door guy let us in," Henry gestured with his hands, unwittingly letting his thick penis fall back between his legs.
The twins looked froze and stared at each other for a moment. She swore she saw a thin smile part Jacob's lips and she thought Henry half-nodded at his brother. Did they know something she didn't? Justine half covered her eyes now that she had taken inventory of the athletic young bodies in the shower. She could just replace their faces with less familiar visages in her mind, she thought.
"Listen... mom, there's plenty of room in here..." Jacob said. Justine wondered if he was high.
"Yeah... no need for us to bogart all the hot water. I'm sure you're looking to relax and take a shower after your trip," Henry added.
"Wouldn't that be a little weird?" she called through the doorway.
"Only if you make it? I mean it's not like we have anything you haven't seen before," Henry clarified.
Justine lowered her hand from her face. She placed a hand on her hip while she thought over what the twins were suggesting. The thought of someone else soaping up her back and shoulders did sound relaxing.
"It's not like the gesture is sexual in-and-of itself," she thought. "I can just enjoy the relaxation for its own sake."
"Come on in, we won't look," Jacob egged her on.
"Fine. Turn around, though," Justine instructed. She looked around the corner so she could see that they had kept their end of the bargain. In the shower, two young athletic asses wiggled back and forth as the twins struggled to stand still. They were smacking each other in the shoulders and splashing water on each other.
Justine watched herself in the mirror while she disrobed. She stepped down out of her heels, lowering herself back to her natural 5'4" height. She pulled the straps behind her head off over her long black hair and then shook it out before pulling the front of the tight black dress down her breasts.
The black 36 DD bra she wore under the dress wasn't fancy but she thought she looked hot in it thanks to the way it elegantly supported her large shapely breasts. She pulled the rest of the dress down to her ankles before kicking it away and then dropped her black panties and the bra with the rest of her clothes.
In the mirror, she looked back at a curvy middle aged woman. She was lucky that she had her sons when she was young, she thought. The pregnancy hadn't wrecked her body and, on the contrary, she enjoyed the shapely curves she had maintained ever since she delivered the twins. She ran her hands down the slopes of her breasts, over her hourglass waist, and then placed her hands on her hips while she inspected the tightly trimmed triangle of pubic hair between her legs.
"Damn, mom!" She turned and covered her breasts with one hand and vagina with the other. "Sorry, it's just you're so beautiful, you couldn't really expected me not to peek?" Henry asked. He was facing her now behind the shower door and she could have sworn his penis had swelled just a little.
