A soft, mellow plucking was heard from one if the son's rooms. Nathan on his Fender Stratocaster was practicing his latest creation. He was in mid riff when he heard his mother's heels clicking past. The final note was sour as he ripped off his headset to peek out his room. Seeing his mother's hips sway made him pursue, entering her room as the shower turned on.<br/><br/>Quietly, Nathan slipped out of his jeans and T-shirt. He folded them neatly and set them at the edge of the bed. He gently tapped on the door, alerting her to his presence. "Hey mom." He called out in a lustful voice.