Noticing how incredible her body looked covered only by the thin layer of white material. It never ceased to him how someone so slim could have such a... womanly figure. He shook his head at himself. It was first thing in the morning, and his cock was in control of his brain. ‘Don’t mention it. Do I have time for a quick shower?’ Ryan asked, hoping she hadn’t noticed the growing erection tucked away in his pyjamas. ‘Your house, your rules’ she teased as he ran up the stairs. By the time he came. I had no doubts about where I’d place in aptitude and ability. I might not be the greatest musician in America today, but there was no question I was a musician.Of course, when faced with nine squares, one of which was empty and a squiggle in each of the other eight, and a multiple choice of which of these four squiggles properly completes the set? I wasn’t sure what it had to do with any aptitude at all.I found it interesting, though, that as the test progressed, the questions did, too. We’d. "You can can't you?" she said as if reading my mind.I looked at her quizzically."Dance stupid! You can dance with your mother?" she smiled drunkenly at me."Of course mom I'd be delighted," I said standing to take her in my arms.The band was playing a slow song, I could smell her perfume, Poison – may favourite, mingled with the smell of cigarettes and bourbon. We moved slowly and awkwardly for while and them mom pulled herself close to me and rested her head on shoulder."I love you son," she. "Yes. We have to talk about that."Once they had decided to talk about their attraction to each other, the next step was to decide where to do that. Both thought of their rooms, and both discarded that idea for the same reason - there was a bed in the room. It wasn't that either one thought anything was actually going to happen between them. It was just that the bed would make them each think of what they WANTED to happen between them. And, of course, neither yet knew that both of them was.