Mom sat next to me on the edge of the bed. We were still in our sweat-soaked clothing, exhausted from a night of dancing and drinking. There was a palpable tension in the room as she scooted closer towards me. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about her that way, but all I wanted at that moment was for Mom to kiss me. The whole week felt like it had been building to this moment, and I couldn't believe it was finally happenin...

The day of our vacation had finally arrived. The plane ride to the resort was torturous. After a three-hour delay, Mom and I were finally on our way, yet due to the choppy weather, there was turbulence for the whole flight there. "Ugh, I can't wait to finally be on land," I complained. I had hoped to catch some sleep while flying since we had to arrive at the airport before dawn, but the turbulence had me on edge and wide...

When I awoke in the morning, I saw I was alone in bed. Worry washed over me. I fretted that Mom regretted what we did despite her being the one who started this whole thing. My concern quickly dissipated when I heard the shower running in the background. I leaped to my feet and let them lead the way. Walking into the bathroom, I stood by the door and watched Mom lather herself. The water cascaded down her body, making her...