Chapter 8

I leave her room and head into the bathroom off of the hall. The robe is carefully removed from my body and hung up on a hook and my bladder gets some much needed relief. Had it not been for me on the verge of taking a shower, I would use toilet paper, but there’s no need.

I flush and stand as I drip a little piss down my legs, which gives me an idea for later. If mom doesn’t cooperate, then she can lick me clean to teach her a lesson. My teeth are brushed as the sound of the trimmer reaches my ears and I smile around my toothbrush to fake a victory.

The water is nice and hot as I step in and start to lather up my body. My blade quickly removes the hairs and I’ve been doing this long enough to know I could shave my body blindfolded. I rinse off the lather and feel the water hammer away at my tits, which feels good.

Time is important and I forgo any more pleasantries. My hair is washed and it takes a little too much time to rinse it off completely. I turn the water off and know running out of hot water won’t be an issue for mom. We may not be a wealthy family, but we are comfortable, and the tankless water heaters are a wonder.

The water starts to run from her bathroom and don’t need to rush drying. A towel wraps my hair as another goes about drying my body. I remove the towel that covers my hair and wish I could make her shower a little quicker. The hair dryer is painstakingly slow and have no intention of fully drying it.

My robe is returned to my body and I’m careful with the phone to keep it from dropping. The water is still running in her bathroom and I’m ready to have some morning fun. I turn off the lights as I feel a little water drip down from my hair.

I enter her bedroom and turn on the light just as the water turns off, which means she must know something within herself. She could have taken as long a shower as she wanted, but maybe she thinks if she’ll play along today this will end. It doesn’t matter what she thinks, since this isn’t ending.

I place my robe close to her bed and leave it in easy reach. My phone won’t be forgotten no matter how carried away I may get. Being naked is my preference, since clothing of any kind hides my body and I don’t want to hide this from anyone. My body is a tool and a weapon, and I’m prepared to take this beyond anything she can imagine.

The black straps are still left in place and I wonder if that’s something intentional. Mom could have removed them and hidden them somewhere to make it difficult to find, but she didn’t. I’m probably reading too much into things and she simply didn’t want to risk angering me.