Head home to see mom.

You decide to head home. Maybe your mom is up. You can talk to her. You think about how Anne's tits looked. You wish that you were the one who fucked her tonight. You still can't believe she did it with the cop. He was such a crude guy. What did Anne see in him? You can't figure out girls at all. You finally get a girl that's interested in you and she throws you aside for some big-cocked bastard. You hope that Brittney can help you find another date. Your chances with Anne seem to be zero going forward. You feel like a total wimp every time you think about what happened.

You walk into the house. Your mom is sitting on the couch, watching a movie. You adjust your rock hard cock so it doesn't stick out too much. You can't sit down without painful consequences. Your mom is dressed in flannel pajama pants and a thin white tank top. Her thick, long nipples poke out through the thin fabric. You have flashbacks of watching her masturbate in your room, earlier today. That doesn't help your stiff cock at all. You plan on making a quick exit to your room, so you can jack off a few times. You can't tear your eyes away from your mom's firm tits. They're not as large as Anne's, but her nipples are really nice looking. Your mom can tell that something is up.

"What's the matter honey? You look upset," She says with concern.

You try to blow her off and move to your room, so you can get down to business. "Umm... Nothing... Just something personal, you know."

Your mom grabs your arm, pulling you down on the couch next to her. "No, I don't know. Tell me what's wrong. Did you have a problem on your date?"

Your cock is screaming from being pinched in your jeans, due to you being **** to sit down. You need to jerk off and get your stiff member to relax, but your mom is holding you tightly.