Teetering on adulthood's edge, she stepped into the steamy shower.

Her religious teachings said that touch was sinful, so she sought solace in the pulsing showerhead. Warm droplets danced on her skin, igniting her forbidden desires.

The water's rhythm built, her hips swaying, tension mounting. She leaned against the tile, eyes closed, as pleasure surged.

Suddenly, ecstasy struck, her body trembling, a silent scream escaping.

As the waves of bliss subsided, opening her eyes to see her reflection in the mirror, not alone.

Her mother stood there, entering unannounced, holding a towel, a silent witness to her daughter's hidden ecstasy.