Drop the pillow.

“Oops,” you say, as the pillow hits the carpet. For the first time ever, your mother gets an eyeful of your full erection and she gasps at the sight. To be frank, you’re pretty proud of your grower, all 9 pink inches of it now towering above your dark patch of pubic mane. You let the woman take in the vision of it for a moment, smiling to yourself at the joke, then start to bend down to pick up your pillow but then your mother sticks a clawed hand up like a command. You stop mid-bend and look at her looking at you, her eyes trained intensely on your member.

“John... that’s… that’s your… it’s so big…” she says in fascinated disbelief. “Son… you’re my son…” the lioness says, then looks up at you, worry and confusion in her face. She shakes her head slightly. “You’re my son, I shouldn’t be…”

Your eyebrows are raised high and you finally pick up the pillow again and cover yourself.

“Ah yeah, sorry about that Mom I thought…” you try to explain but the look on your mother’s face is so challenging to deal with. “I was just being silly I didn’t mean to startle you. Let me put on some clothes and I’ll help you look-

“It’s too late,” your mother says, interrupting you and stepping forward. Her hands clamp down on the pillow and now you’re both holding the down filled thing between the both of you. “I can… I can already feel it…” she tells you, her eyes searing into yours now, those giant eyelashes giving a seductive swish. “I’m past pills now… I’m gonna… I need …” for a few seconds she can’t seem to find the words. Her intense grip on the pillow makes it shudder, which in turn rubs your erection in just the right way and you can’t help the growl that escapes your throat.“Maybe… maybe if you let me help you out with that…” she says, looking down your furry chest to try and catch a glimpse of you sticking out of the smooshed pillow. “If I help you get it out of your system… it should help me get it out of my system…”

You can’t believe what you think you’re hearing. What your mother seems to be offering.

“Are you sure it works like that?” you ask her, which isn’t really what you should be asking. The woman shrugs.

“Yeah I think so… sure,” she answers you distractedly, and starts to pull the pillow away from you. But then she finds your own white knuckled-grip resisting her and she pauses, eyes darting back up to you, looking a bit fearful. “But… but only if you… if you want me to.”