Jon thought back to all the times his mom had gotten on his nerves, being overly obtrusive and controlling. He decided that the first thing he would do was fix his home situation, before he went out to change anything else.
Heading downstairs, he saw his mom cleaning the livingroom. She was dressed simply, so as not to get her good clothes dirty. An old t-shirt, which outlined her still fine and firm 35 year-old breasts, was tucked into a set of old sweatpants, now slightly shrunken form over washing, outlining her long legs. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail.
"Hey, Mom," Jon yelled getting her attention...
