I was watching her face and her reaction didn’t make any sense to me. With her back to me Tabatha bent over to get stuff out of her case. My facial muscles flinched. “Well, let’s just say that there’s no shame in having your penis mistaken for a King Cock.” She gave me a curious look and then left. But I’d been watching Tabatha today, all curvy and glistening in her skimpy bathers when her body emerged from the water. My heart was pounding at the risk of her waking and catching me. But I imagined myself walking up behind Tabatha as she bent over her suitcase in Noosa. Her bathers had been pushed up into her crack and the plump curves of her buttocks were in full view. Like Tabatha with her dress, I didn’t feel it or notice it immediately. A few minutes later, Tabatha knocked on my bedroom door. I was aghast and so bewildered at my Mum that I didn’t even think to put my cock away this time. The elastic on my navy briefs was shot and my erection poked out easily from underneath. I was stunned.
