Linda kneels on the hall carpet, her ear pressed against the bathroom door, listening intently to the muffled roar of the shower, her left hand up under her sweatshirt tweaking her nipples, her right hand down her sweatpants rubbing her clit. The tweaking and rubbing are gentle. The moment she is waiting for, the moment when the water stops, the moment when Sebastian steps from the shower, is not yet here. But still her face is flushed and her breathing is labored. It has been a long, exhausting, and sexually charged couple of weeks, even by Linda's standards. First the three day trip to North Carolina for background interviews on an emerging payoff scandal, then back home for an exclusive live interview with the hometown candidate for Governor, exclusive in exchange for a blowjob while the camera crew waited outside. In exchange, she smiled to herself, as though she had been doing him a favor. Then a five day trip, this time to California for a series of reports on the primary, which had included a tempestuous fling with another woman reporter who'd been sitting next to her on the plane on the way out. She'd returned yesterday morning to an empty house, called her boyfriend at work, mastrubated loudly for him on the phone as she lay on a couch in the livingroom, stumbled upstairs, slept for hours, then jet-lagged, her internal clock thrown completely out of whack, had sucked and fucked her husband from midnight to 4 am.

Her one regret from all the travel is missing her son's 18th birthday. As best Linda could calculate, she had been in the back seat of a cab on the way to her Sacramento hotel as he was blowing out the candles, her blouse mostly open, her skirt mostly up, making out with her new-found friend. As fun as that had been, she would rather have been seated at the dining table watching her son eat his cake. Eighteen was not only a big moment for him, his legal adulthood was a weight off her shoulders as well, a milestone that eased the confusion and doubt she had felt as his legal guardian and authority figure, a confusion that had started as he reached puberty, and had intensified as he rapidly developed into a giant young man. Because while Linda enjoyed the occasional casual affair with another woman it was men she really craved. Having another man around the house, a man she had more in common with, a man she found more attractive than her husband, a man she did not feel she could ethically even be attracted to, was tough. Flirting and teasing were in Linda's nature, both in person, and with the camera and the millions of viewers the camera represented. But with her son she had found herself in the unfamiliar position of voyeur. Uncomfortable with flirting and teasing him she had taken to watching him, listening to him, sneaking outside to peer in the windows as he made out with his girlfriend, sitting quietly in the study in the middle of the night, alone with the her thoughts and the creak of his bed as he mastrubated on the other side of the wall.

If only those millions of viewers could see her now, as even the most imaginative had probably never pictured her, kneeling, leaning forward, breasts dangling, hair trailing, hands moving faster, such a slut, such a gorgeous slut she is. The water stops. She freezes, listening with anticipation for the almost imperceptible sounds, the sliding back of a shower curtain, the lifting of a towel from the towel bar, the slap of large wet feet on a tile floor, the wrapping of the towel around a large wet body, the small self-appraising noises that a naked person makes in front of a mirror, the way a man breathes as he strokes himself. Today, something is different. The usual pattern of sounds has changed. Linda starts up, broken from her reverie, sweatshirt pushed up over the slope of her breasts, nipples jutting, sweatpants pushed down on her hips, a wild look in her eye as the door opens and a long, thick, erect cock appears in front of her, followed by the rest of Sebastian. She looks up, barely able to break eye contact with his erection, up at his hand, reached down to help her, up to the face she loves so much.

"Mom" he smiles, pulling her up and into his waiting arms.