You sit there, your erection hastily covered by your sheets, your bare chest heaving slightly as your mom stands against the door of your room. Your mind is a blank, the dull pounding of your hangover and the embarrassment of getting caught masturbating combining to rob you of the power to think.
“Well, ?” Your mom asks with an arched eyebrow as she steps closer to the bed, her eyes darting back towards the door as if ensuring that it was completely closed. “Are you going to tell me or not?”
“I was... I was just fantasizing,” you manage to stammer, hoping that will end the conversation as you shift slightly on the bed, pulling more of your sheets into your lap.
“I saw that,” your mom replies with a sarcastic smile as she glances meaningfully at your crotch, “but what I want to know, , is who you were fantasizing about?”
“N...no one in particular,” You lie somewhat lamely, your heart pounding in your chest as your mom sits on the edge of the bed beside you, her thigh brushing against yours as she looks dubiously at you. The feeling of her soft leg pressing against yours through the thin fabric of her dress sends a thrill through you, a jolt that centers on your still hard cock.
“Really, ?” Your mom asks doubtfully, a strange light shining in her eyes as if she knows exactly what she's doing to you. “I could have sworn,” she almost whispers as she leans towards you, the neck of her summer dress gaping open to give you a good glimpse at the rounded tops of her breasts, “I could have sworn that you moaned my name and something about sucking your cock.”
“I...I...” You stammer, your hungover mind refusing to come up with a speedy or reasonable excuse.
“It's okay, ,” Your mom laughs, enjoying your discomfort, “I don't mind. I'm actually kind of flattered,” She assures you, leaning closer to you so that the side of one breast is pressed firmly against your arm. “It's nice to know that an old woman like me can still excite a young stud.”
“Really?” You manage to stammer, looking at your mother in confusion.
“Yes, ,” You mom laughs, her hand falling to rest on your thigh. “Now, I've caught a couple of glimpses of it, but why don't you show me that beautiful cock of yours?”
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