Alone with mother in the bathroom. Amid drifting steam, mother's soft white skin turns pink, and white soap bubbles cling to her wet nape as if tracing her damp strands of hair. Breathing slightly harder, I gently slide my hand beneath her armpit and caress her breasts. The soft mounds fill my palm, and I feel the slightly firm texture of her nipples, sending heat through my body. Warmth and fragrance blend together, intensifying the pleasant tension, making this private space between us feel even more intimate.