Between quiet bookshelves in mom showering with son, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… mom showering with son”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “mom showering with son” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “mom showering with son”.