Mommy's Big Boy

pipe.
    “That's what I thought,” Dillon concluded. “Do you see this?”
    Dillon took the showerhead over to Grace who stood at the bathroom doorway in a silk robe that showed all of the clean lines of the naked body underneath. Grace looked down into the showerhead noticing only that Dillon's naked chest was so incredibly close to her lightly covered breasts.
    “Do you see that little mesh screen in there?” Dillon asked turning the showerhead to the light.
    “Yeah, I see it.”
    “Well, over time that screen can get clogged by little particles that get in the water supply. So what it does is decrease your shower's water pressure. But if you clean that out, the pressure comes back.”
    “Really?” Grace asked with genuine amazement. “How do you know this?”
    Dillon smiled. “Well, my pressure had really dropped off in the last few years and I took it apart to see what was going on. I figured that if mime was clogged, yours would be too.”
    “I can't tell you how grateful I would be if this works,” Grace said with a smile.
    “I think you'll be very happy,” Dillon added with a confidence.
    Grace watched silently as Dillon popped out the little screen, cleaned it, and then replaced it. She then returned her gaze at his built man's body as Dillon put the showerhead back.
    “OK, that should be tight. Do you want to give it a try?” Dillon asked turning to Grace.
    Grace joined her son at the shower. Sliding her body next to his she reached in front of him for the knobs. She knew that when she leaned over her much taller son, he would be able to look down her robe and see her breasts. The idea thrilled her.
    Turning the shower on, a rain of water poured out of the head. “Oh my god, that is so much better. I can't believe you fixed that.” Grace, still leaning under Dillon, stuck her hand under the droplets. “That's incredible. Have you ever showered under one of these rain showerheads before?”
    “No.”
    “Oh, you have to. You should take a shower in here one of these times. It's an incredible experience.”
    Grace stood up and looked into her boy's eyes just in time to see them dart back up to her face. He had been looking at her breasts, she decided. The thought made her nipples protrude through her silk robe.
    “I can't believe how much of a man you've become. I remember when you were just a kid,” Grace reminisced while being filled with his masculine musk. “Where is that little boy I used to know?” Grace said feeling warm all over.
    “I don't know,” he replied. “I guess you helped him grow up.”
    Both stared at each other a moment longer before Dillon walked out. Following him into the bedroom Grace watched his firm ass as he left.
    “Dillon?”
    He turned around approaching the door.
    “We don't talk anymore. Why is that?” Grace asked not ready to let him leave.
    “I don't know,” he said with regret. “But I miss it.”
    Grace felt her heart melt for her beautiful boy.
    “So what's been going on in your life?” Grace asked leaning on the bathroom door not knowing how much she glowed in the backlight.
    Dillon looked back at his mom and felt a pain in his heart. To him, she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, and their brief interactions were all he could stand at a time without him losing all of his practiced control.
    “School, I guess. I'm starting to apply to colleges.”
    “What about socially? You never bring anyone by the house. Is there a special someone?”
    Dillon debated settling in to the conversation by sitting on the bed, but he couldn't presume. He wanted Grace, but he felt that if he made a move and it was rejected, he could lose her forever.
    He still regretted when he laid naked waiting for her to come into his bedroom. Grace was clearly uncomfortable about it for weeks after, and her brief withdrawal felt like one of her stiletto heels through his heart. He never wanted to lose her like that again, so keeping that in mind he stayed planted where he was.
    “I have a couple of buddies that I hang with,” Dillon replied avoiding the second half of the question.
    “No special girl… or guy?”
    Dillon smiled. “No. There's no special guy. And I know that there would be nothing wrong with it if there was.”
    “There would be nothing wrong with it,” she replied a little relieved. “Girl then?”
    “There might be a girl,” he said blushing.
    Grace felt her heart drop with disappointment at the news, but didn't allow herself