Rate this story When I was twelve years old, my parents had been divorced for several years. One day, my mother was in the bathroom when she called me to get her a clean towel from the laundry. I got the towel and went over to the bathroom door. It was opened a crack, so I just pushed it the rest of the way open, and stopped with my mouth open. “I’m…I’m sorry, Mom,” I said. She was sitting on the toilet seat with one foot pulled up and polishing her toenails. She was completely naked. I just stood there...
