Getting to your feet

"Geez Zackary you reek!" Your mother complained with a hint of annoyance. She probably smelt the alcoholic odour coming from you. And judging by her nose wrinkling it was probably true.

"Heh...Sorry mum, late night and all. You know how it goes...." Deciding to play along, you make do with a plausible excuse. Plus, she knew you only got back yesterday.

"Well.... If you say so," she decided to believe you. " But, let's get you up so we can get that THING off you, okay?" She kept gesturing with the hand that was held up to her nose. She didn't seem put off by your lack of clothes, only staring on like she's waiting for you to hurry up.

"Okay... Just give me a sec," The feral tentacle was hellbent on extracting your cum. It kept pumping your already hard cock with stimulants. It sure was making a chore of standing up.

"Errrrr-Mom?" Whispering quickly, you knew you needed help. ".... C-could you help?" You felt defeated, this creature's spit seemed to numb everything below what it fed on.

"See! I knew this would happen!" Like it's all your fault, (which it is), she starts in on her chastisement. Her voice comes out in only a mother's way can. As she's continuing to talk, she reaches down to help you up. "I hate to nag, but this is what happens when you don't lock up properly at night."

It took a bit of effort but with her help you managed to stand. That's when you heard an angry sound emit from the creature. It was only hanging on the last half of your cock, it must've lost its hold on your girth. " Ou-argh! Shit!" It's clammy limbs exerted a sudden pressure on the circumference of your cock, it felt like it had a vice-like grip. Panicking, the last thing you wanted was for the thing to pull your cock off.

"Language,mister!" She's worried about me swearing? Figures. But she hasn't finished speaking. " Stay like that...," Making sure you understand what she wants, she looks down to the silk chords holding her satin robe closed. " I'm about done. I'm getting a bit warm too, so I can take this off."

Wait... What does she mean by...DONE? And also, why's she loosening her robe in front of me.... " ...Mom w-what a-re you d..doing!?" What little conscience you had left made you ask this, but here's the thing. She still proceeded to strip until the silky material fell from her shoulders to pool at her feet.

That's when you realised what she meant by 'done' was.