It was nice to sit under a stream of clean warm water. Heather reached for the shampoo and lathered up her hair. Leaning back to keep the suds in her straight, shoulder-length locks meant the stream of water was playing on her chest and running down into her lap.. A rather strange sensation, as the almost needle-sharp jets from the shower head prickled her breasts that had sagged a little bit over the past decade but were still mostly round and perky. Mile has certainly not lost interest in them... She leaned forward and allowed the water to wash the shampoo out in a foaming cascade that spilled out under the curtain. Heather almost tried to stop it, but then chided herself. The term "Wet Room" meant that the entire room could get went and not matter. That was the whole point.<br/><br/>With the shampoo on the floor or down the drain, Heather reached for the second container, that was labelled "Conditioner". She rubbed this into her hair too. It felt good, after months of bed-baths and cheap hospital soap and shampoo. Now came the tricky part. She reached up and pushed the shower head away, reluctant to turn it off in case it went cold again. "Shower Gel" was printed on the third container. She probably deserved a Gibbs-slap for not spotting the three dispensers, but she had been looking for the familiar plastic bottles.<br/><br/>Soaping up her front was easy. Her hands lingered on her breasts, touching the nipples. They hardened slightly, but not as much as when...<i>Damn it, Heather, your daughter is just outside there. If you wanted to do that, you should have done it in bed!</i><br/><br/>And at that moment, April peaked in. Heather snatched her hands away guiltily, hoping April didn't notice. She blushed a bit. That was the hot water, not because she was doing anything embarrassing...<i>Yeah, right!<br/>
</i><br/>"Uh, y- yes, okay love. Although I can probably manage that bit myself..." She blushed a bit more. Hadn't April said something to her about preferring women to men, a few years ago? And she'd had that brief thing with that woman driving instructor who was a few years older...? She and Mike had talked it over briefly and decided to be good parents and not let it change anything. Mike's comment had been 'At least she won't get knocked up!' At which Heather had punched him on the shoulder and laughed. The idea of April touching her<i>there</i>was weird. The girl was her daughter, for one thing, which made it an uncomfortable idea. The fact that her daughter was into women... Would she allow a son to wash her intimate areas? Showering with Mike had almost always ended up getting naughty. But April was only trying to look after her and help. And the girl - no, the<i>young woman</i>, Heather must stop thinking of her as a child! The young woman had already seen her mother peeing, what more embarrassing things could she see?