Go back to bed like a wimp and jerk off.

When you get back under the covers, you curl up with a bundle of the blanket close to your chest and start rubbing your hardening member through the fabric. Your cock throbs harder, **** to release the pressure building up inside. You imagine yourself instead of Patrick sliding in and out of your mother's dripping cunt. You think of her moaning underneath your body and begging for more.

"M-mommy...mommy..." you whimper quietly, imagining your mother sucking your cock clean afterwards.

You stroke faster, picturing how her long hair falls over her shoulders and brushes your face when she climbs on top of your dick to ride you like an animal. Then afterwards, pressing one of her breasts into your mouth to lovingly nurse you.

"Oh fuck, yes..." you grunt as you cum all over the sheets, jerking and spurting as much as you can manage.

You lay there panting and staring at the ceiling, trying to cool off your raging boner. As the moaning continues above, your eyes slowly close with exhaustion, ready to drift into a ignorant slumber.

The sun rises the next morning, shining brightly in your window. The warmth of the sunlight makes you sweat and causes your pillowcase to stick to your cheek. There's still traces of cum dried on your shaft, giving it a disgusting feel. You sigh in defeat and decide to shower and freshen up.

After changing, you head into the kitchen. There's no doubt in your mind that last night's event was real. It's shows further by the fact that you see Alisa and Patrick sitting by the kitchen with a cup of coffee in each hand. They're laughing about something together, but both perk up to see you.

"Oh, good morning baby," Alisa greets warmly.

You hesitate for a moment, seeing her easy smile and slight bed hair before nodding back weakly. "G-good morning."

Patrick glances at you, then offers your mom a bright smile before turning to look at you again. "How was your night, John? Did you get some rest?"

You stare at him with a frown. 'This bastard.'

Unfortunately, you aren't able to find the courage to throw curses at him. You shuffle your feet briefly before shrugging. "I guess...yeah."

'They're so fucking oblivious!' you think, trying to stop yourself from crying.

Alisa's smile turns to Patrick and she reaches out her hand. Your college friend grabs it and squeezes. Then, your mother turns her attention back to you.
"Sweetie, we...have something to discuss with you."