The supermarket had been busy: too many people pushing trolleys, bashing into me, and rubbing against me. And don’t even start me on the body odours. I parked on the drive and quickly hauled my shopping bags into the house. I put the frozen in the freezer, the chilled in the fridge, and left the rest on the work surface. It could wait; I needed a shower. I needed to get the aroma of other people off me.

I rushed up to my bedroom and pulled all my clothes off; they would all go in the laundry just as soon as I had showered. I headed into the ensuite and turned the shower on and got under the water. I turned the setting to needle; I just wanted to get the stink off me. I took the rose in my hand and played it all over me, blasting away the unwanted smells. My bladder called for my attention.

I was not getting out of the shower just for the loo. I stood, legs apart and relaxed, a stream of yellow passing through my petals, splashing between my feet and heading down the drain. I closed my eyes and let my bladder empty; the relief was restorative. I felt my mouth slide into a smile. I felt the flow slow and then stop, and my body slowly relaxed.

I took the rose and sprayed it up at my groin; I couldn’t help but gasp when the needle jets of water hit my nubbin. My knees went wobbly, and I leant back against the shower wall as I played the water over my nubbin, my breath gasping and my fingers tightening around the shower handle. My pleasure began flowing, my pressures were building, I wanted this moment, and I needed this moment. I was close.

I half opened my eyes and almost gasped in surprise but instead gasped with my flowing pleasures. Standing in my open doorway was my son Mik, his shorts pulled down and his dick in his hand, his hand moving rapidly. I was rapidly approaching my moment; I didn’t want to stop. I needed to ignore him and his hard dick. I closed my eyes again and gasped as the fine jets of warm water played against my nubbin.

I was gasping, I was gulping, and I began bucking my hips; I was so close. My pressures were ready to explode, and I replayed in my mind the image of my son working his dick. I arched backwards and exploded, my orgasm erupting and my lungs emptying in a shriek of pleasure. I redirected the shower flow away from my crotch, turned around, and replaced the shower head on its hook.

I slowly turned around; my son had gone, but I knew what I had seen. He had watched me pleasure myself in my shower and masturbated as he stood watching. Had he finished, I wondered? I hadn’t let him know that I had seen him, but my mind was filled with memories of his dick, hard and meaty. Memories of his hand speeding back and forth as he masturbated, of his purple and dark red glans as it flashed in and out of view.

I hadn’t seen his dick in many years, not in the flesh. I had seen the bulge in his clothing but had never seen it since he had grown up into a man. My heart was racing, beating fast in my chest, as I imagined what it would feel like inside me, sliding my inner walls and pumping his seed into my fanny. My hand found my nubbin, fingers teased, pressed, and nails nipped. I gasped out loudly as another orgasm erupted. God, what was the matter with me?

“How was your day?” Hubbie Paul asked as he sat at the kitchen table after getting home from work. I was standing by the work surface peeling potatoes for our tea.

“Oh, the supermarket, it was terrible; I had to rush home and shower. The stink of the people, God, I hate interacting with outers.”

‘Outers’ is the term we use for people who live outside our house, outside my world. I go out when I have to, but I try to go when other people don’t, or at least, only a few do. Hubbie understands; he knows how I feel. His way of dealing with it is to ignore my feelings about outers; he believes it is irrational. He is wrong; it is a genuine and pathological hatred of interacting with them.

“Oh, baby, well, it has to be done sometimes; otherwise, how else would we eat? We can’t use home delivery, and anyway, you do need to get out of the house occasionally.”