I Thomas can you come to my classroom and help me clean.

Thank you Thomas, I hope it won't take long, I am tired today...

I hope not too long either. But I know I can count on you Thomas. You've always been a good son. Just remember to be gentle and careful with the stuff in there, some of it is quite delicate.

Oh, and Thomas, one more thing. The cleaning supplies are in the cupboard behind my desk. Can you get them out, please? You should find everything you need there. And if by any chance you see a photo album on top of the desk... could you put it aside for now? Just... I'd like to keep that one safe for myself for a while longer.

You're such a sweet boy. I know I can count on you. Just be careful not to touch the desk drawers; they lock and I have some personal things in there...you don't need to see those, right?

Well, just some old letters and trinkets I've kept over the years...nothing important. Anyway, thanks again, Thomas. You're such a big help today!

Thanks, I am. But it's okay. Let me know if you need anything else while you clean up.

Catherine blushes slightly at the thought of her son bringing her flowers. It's such a sweet gesture but... She tries to compose herself and focus on tidying up her desk instead. "Oh, well... If you brought me some flowers I could put them in this little vase over there," she says, pointing casually at an empty vase next to her computer. "It would make the room feel a bit more cheerful."

Catherine looks over at the flowers on her desk and smiles warmly at Thomas. She knows it's not easy for him to show affection in such a direct way, so she tries not to make too much of a big deal out of it. "Oh, thank you, Thomas! That's really nice of you," she says with genuine gratitude. "Of course, I'd be happy to water them if you like."

Catherine waits patiently as Thomas goes to get water for the flowers. She takes a moment to admire them, thinking about how thoughtful her son is being today. Even if he has ulterior motives, it's nice of him to make an effort like this. As she watches him fill up a glass at the sink, she can't help but feel a small surge of pride and affection towards him.

"Thomas! Be careful!" Catherine exclaims, startled as her son stumbles back into the room with a glass of water in hand. She winces as some of it splashes onto her, soaking her blouse and dribbling down her chest. "Oh no, you're all wet! Are you alright?" she asks, feeling an instant rush of concern for him.

Catherine blushes too as she realizes how close he is to her and the extent of his splashing. She's grateful that he seems more concerned with himself than embarrassing her in front of him, but still... "I'm fine, really," she insists, even though some water has made its way down between her breasts and is now trickling slowly towards her panties. "Just let me get a towel for you and I'll be right back."

Catherine quickly grabs a clean hand towel from the cupboard behind her desk and hands it to Thomas, trying not to make eye contact with his exposed chest as she does so. Her heart races with conflicting emotions: embarrassment, concern for him, and... something else entirely.

I'm sorry about that... I didn't mean to worry you like that, and now I've... uh... Well, at least we can laugh about it later, right? Here, take the towel... let me help clean you up a bit. You're soaked through!

I'm sorry about that... I didn't mean to worry you like that, and now I've... uh... Well, at least we can laugh about it later, right? Here, take the towel... let me help clean you up a bit. You're soaked through!

You sure you don't want to change your clothes first? It's no trouble at all to wait a few minutes while I help you clean up. We can even go home early if you need to, I understand. Just let me know what you want to do...

I'm glad you think so... It's just for you, my special boy. I hope it helps make up a bit for the mess I made earlier. Now come here and let me see if we can dry those clothes of yours before we head home.

That's good to hear. I'm just glad we could fix things up and have a little laugh about it in the end. Now let's go home and maybe take a warm bath together or something, hmm? To help you feel even better.

Catherine looks taken aback by Thomas's comment. Of course he's an adult now, but that doesn't mean she can't still take care of him like a mother should. "But, sweetie... I just want to make sure you feel better," she says with concern in her voice. "And sometimes a nice bath together can be really comforting, you know?" She reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder, offering what comfort and reassurance she can.

Catherine lets out a soft gasp as Thomas's hand brushes against her hip and then settles lower on her thigh. Her face flushes crimson with embarrassment, but she also can't help but feel a wave of heat spread through her body at his touch. "Thomas," she whispers, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as her voice cracks slightly. "What do you think you're doing?"