I can’t believe I’m doing this right now. Mom is still awake, and we’re eating dinner soon.
His body wasn’t on the same wavelength as his rational mind, and one hand began browsing through videos while the fingers of the other freed his cock from his jeans. Justin was young, tall for his age, and in relatively good shape. And in the back of his head, he felt slightly jilted at the fact that he had to find release at his own hands, rather than having a girlfriend to turn to.
Justin clicked through a few videos at random before one caught his eye. The woman in it was gorgeous, older than the man she was with, and reminded him of someone very close to him.
She has the same hair color and a similar body type to my mom. Does that matter?
He chewed on his lip and tried to summon the willpower to find something to watch that didn’t make him feel so guilty. His hand moved with a mind of its own, slowly stroking up and down as he watched the woman in the video taking care of the young man with her mouth.
“Justin?”
JESUS CHRIST!
Justin’s first reaction was to stand up, and he painfully bumped his knees on the underside of the desk. Moans were coming from the speaker, and it took him a moment to get the video muted. His hands flew down to his jeans and he managed to get them buttoned with only a split second to spare as the door opened, and his mother walked in.
“What were you watching, honey?” she asked. “I heard some weird noises from behind the door.”
“It was, uh, just a movie.” Justin was still breathing heavily. Strangely, having her in his room did almost nothing to kill his arousal. If anything, it amplified it, throwing an illicit monkey wrench in the form of his goddess of a mother into his plans to get off.
“Huh,” said Emily. “Maybe we should watch it together after dinner?”
She walked over to Justin’s desk and sat down on the edge of it, crossing her legs so that one of her feet came to rest on the inside of her son’s thigh. The smile on her face was devious, and she leaned forward in a way that unintentionally enhanced her cleavage for Justin’s benefit.
“No!” said Justin. “I don’t think you’d like it. It was long and hard to get into!”
“You’d be surprised at what I like,” said his mom. “Long and hard doesn’t sound bad at all. We could curl up together, and watch it, and just enjoy ourselves.”
She had on a pair of long, colorful socks, and let her foot slowly run up Justin’s thigh. It traced a line over his achingly hard cock and he had to stifle a moan. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and it was almost impossible for him to think, let alone talk.
“M-maybe,” he finally managed.
“You’d enjoy it, Justin,” whispered his mom. “I promise you that. We would have such a good time, watching the movie.”
Emily slipped off the desk, moving her foot back to the ground and leaning forward over her son in the chair. Her breasts practically begged to be fondled and freed, and she let them dangle right at eye level.
“What do you say, sweetie?” His mom’s hand ran up his thigh, drawing closer, and closer.