I was walking down the hall and I noticed that she didn't go into her bedroom, where they have a bathroom, but went down the hall to our guest bathroom. It doesn't get used a lot. I was curious. And I wanted to watch her shower. So I followed. I got to the door, and I was moving very quietly. It was only because I was moving so silently that I could hear her crying coming from inside.
I felt a very strong protective urge then, stronger than even my urgent hard-on. I knocked, knowing now that there was no chance of catching any glimpses.
"Mom? Are you ok? I heard...crying."
I heard what sounded like a very soft swear word from inside. It wasn't like her to hide her feelings but she was trying very hard.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a second."
Then she opened the door and I could see her eyes
