Emma felt her eyes closing as she tiredly dragged herself up the stairs all the way to the third floor. She fumbled through her purse for the keys and unlocked the door. She put her purse down and yawned as she looked around her tiny two-bedroom apartment. It was 7 am and the stuffy little house was silent. Emma quietly stepped over to her small bedroom and removed her jacket. She was wearing her nurse's uniform underneath, and although she was dead tired after her nightshift, she told herself she had to take a shower before going to bed.
Emma unfastened the clip that loosely held her hair together and let her long black hair fall. She stepped out of her shoes, removed her light blue shirt and dark blue pants, and grabbed her towels. She was wearing a white undershirt, white cotton panties and was barefoot as she made her way to the bathroom, her towels in hand. She knew her boys usually woke up at around seven thirty and was pretty sure that she would not run into them on her way to the bathroom, but even if she did, she was too tired to care.
After walking into the bathroom, Emma closed the door and hung her towels on the hangers. She looked at the busted lock and shook her head in anger. It was busted for almost a year now, yet her asshole of a landlord refused to fix it.
Emma faced the mirror, looking at the bags under her eyes and gave herself a tired smile as she began undressing. She quickly removed the undershirt, crème colored bra and panties and threw them in the hamper before giving her naked body a quick glance.
At the age of thirty-eight, Emma had body she was relatively happy with. She was five foot three and weighed 126 pounds. She had long shiny black hair, hazel eyes and a pair of 34b sized breasts with very little sag. Her stomach was not as flat as she would've liked, but she couldn't complain about it. When she was younger Emma was a dancer, and her body still had a dancer's figure, with tone legs and a small tight ass.
Emma got the shower running and put the toilet sit down while she waited for it to warm up. She emptied her bladder before stepping under the warm water and closing her eyes. Emma was a single mother, living with her two sons in a shitty apartment she could barely afford in a bad neighborhood. Her husband left them almost ten years ago for no apparent reason, and ever since, she did everything she could to provide for her family. She picked up as many shifts as she could, but even with that, they barely had enough money to make it through each month. It was not where she wanted to be in life, and tears filled her eyes at the thought.
As Emma wallowed in the warm water, a gentle knock on the door woke her. "Mom, can I use the bathroom?" her son asked from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, okay" she answered back and heard the door open and close as her son walked in. She made out the outline of his figure through the opaque shower curtain, just like he could make out hers as he took his place in front of the toilet, pulled up the seat, pulled his penis out and proceeded to take a leak, making sure to position his back to the shower. While this was not something that happened often, it was not uncommon for her and one of her sons to share the bathroom while she was returning or getting ready for work while they got ready for school.
"How was work?" her son asked her.
"It was fine sweetie" she answered and shut off the water. "Don't turn around" she told her son as she moved the curtain aside and stepped out. The bathroom was very small, and she was standing almost back to back with her son as he finished relieving himself and shook the last drops. Emma grabbed the smaller towel and wrapped it around her wet hair while facing the sink and mirror. She could see her son's backside in the mirror and noticed him turning his head to look back at her.
"Can I turn around yet?" Chris asked and quickly turned his head back away.
"Just a sec" Emma said, grabbing the large towel. She wrapped it around her body, covering her from her boobs to mid-thigh. "Go ahead" Emma said and her son turned around to look at her from only inches away.
"Going to bed mom?" he asked, and his mother nodded. He grabbed his toothbrush just as his mother opened the bathroom door and stepped out to the small hall.
"Morning mom" said Tony, her other son, as he stepped out of the bedroom he and his brother shared, in just a pair of loose boxers.
"Morning honey" she said with a tired smile and thought she noticed her son's eyes briefly move to the exposed top part of her tits, the rest of her covered by the towel. She thought nothing of it and made her way to her bedroom while thinking how much she loved her two boys.
Chris and Tony were twins, identical twins to be exact. They were both seniors in high school and to her delight and relief they both managed to get full scholarships to college. Although they were identical twins, they were very different from one another. Tony, the older of the two by twelve minutes, was the athletic one. At six feet and 180 pounds, he was the best football player on the school team and got a football scholarship at an average college in the state. He had his mother's hazel eyes and kept his light brown hair cut short.
His brother, Chris, was the smart academic one. He had the same build as his brother, but not as muscular. As opposed to his brother, he grew out his hair and had a short-trimmed beard, giving him the general look of a British author. He got a full academic scholarship to a good college, mostly because of the excellent essay he wrote for the application.
Emma closed her bedroom door behind her as the house filled with the noises of the boys getting ready for school. She dried her hair, removed the towel, slipped on a pair of clean black panties, a purple bra and got between the covers. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Later that day, after waking up, Emma cleaned the house and thought what to do for the boys' upcoming birthday. She was ashamed by the fact that she couldn't afford any birthday present for either of them and tried to calculate what she could afford.
She left for work before her sons returned from their afterschool activities, and throughout her shift she felt bad about not being able to get them anything. When she got back home around 2 in the morning, her boys were already fast asleep.
She took a quick shower, washing the hospital smell off her. After stepping out of the shower, she dried her hair with the small towel, used the larger one to dry the rest of her body, then hung them both and looked at her naked reflection in the mirror, studying it. She slid her right hand over her boobs, squeezing them gently, and continued moving it down. She kept looking at the mirror as she slid her hand along her stomach and brushed her fingers through her full dark bush. She rarely bothered trimming her pubic hair. No man has been between her legs since her husband left, and she didn't think one was going to be anytime soon.
While still looking at the mirror, Emma turned her body around. She rose to stand on her tip toes and stuck her butt out as she studied it. It was a shame she had no guy to see it, and placed her hand on her right cheek, squeezing it to her amusement. She turned back around and just as she slid a hand to her vulva, a thought popped into her mind.