Stephen paused for a moment in his hiding spot, sure that the water to the shower was turned on and at full blast by the way it seemed to echo off the walls of the bathroom. A few moments later, he heard the sound of the glass shower door opening and then closing behind two separate sets of feet. Then a few more moments he stood there, waiting, until their voices were caught up in a playful banter before he knew it would be safe to move from his spot. Taking a breath, he pushed open the closet door and slipped out as silently as he could until his body pressed against the wall just beside the door, giving him a full view of everything EXCEPT the shower. Great...this is just perfect for hearing but seeing nothing... he mused and internally sighed.

A bit of laughter and playful giggles from inside caused him to snap from his complaining. Either he could wimp out and leave or learn a bit more about what the hell was going on in there. The only way was to move from his position to one where he would have to be squatting basically in front of the bathroom door and push it open a bit more, maybe a good inch or two, in order to see. Stephen was grateful that at least one thing didn't change about his mom...she used to love taking hot, steamy showers. The bathroom was already filled with steam, fogging up the bathroom vanity mirror and luckily shielding the sight of the door being opened a bit more and the wandering eyes of a young college junior peering in.

Stephen rested on his haunches, squatting down as low as he could to avoid having his head reflected in the fogged up mirror, and peered in. He could see...what, his mom?...what was she? He shook his head clear from that fact and continued to watch as the man who had been his mom at one time standing in the shower, his hands soaped and lathered, running them playfully all over the hips and curves of the woman standing in front of him. Her hands were also on him, though much lower, as they wrapped and stroked his very hard cock, eliciting a playful moan and whimper from his lips. The woman and man were talking, laughing, being rather playful before all pretense fell away by the wayside and they were locked in a passionate kiss. His hands turned her around until her back faced him and he pressed her forwards, her breasts mashing up against the glass as she ground her ass against him. She arched her back and let out a moan as he then slid underneath her and into her from behind. Each thrust, each push, caused her body to shake and her mouth to let out an "o". Andrew, from behind, had his eyes closed...