Like Mother Like Son

For once, his well-spoken mother seemed at a loss for words. He could see her swallow, her spine stiffening. He wasn't sure if she was going to slap him or kill him, but either way, his body didn't seem to be concerned. He wanted to laugh, and he wanted to cry. Damnit, say something! He thought. The fact that she hadn't left was somewhat promising, and something he had never expected. But it quickly became clear that her disgust was too much for her to currently bear; she was in overload, and blinked a few times, before snatching the book of the counter. She gave him one last look of contempt before storming out without a word, leaving him alone in the bathroom, nearly naked with the most raging hard-on of his life.