Heavy flirting

"Oh yeah" She slurred. "He thinks we do it all the time. He says everybody 'knows' about us."

"Oh" John was too nervous to know what to say.

"Maybe we should." Emily said reaching behind her and zipping down her dress. "I mean if everyone already thinks we have."

John simply stared in anticipation of seeing her body.

"Why don't you get me another drink," She broke the silence. "While I slip into something a little more comfortable?"
"Yea. Yes. Okay. Yea. I'll go get you a drink. I'll be right back" John practically sprinted out of the room.

As he turned the corner towards the stairs he ran right into his mother, feeling her massive breasts press into his chest.

"There you are" Jen said relieved.
"Yea, I just um.. I was just looking for-"
"John" She rested a hand on his chest. "I know what you're doing."
"What? I'm not doing anything, I was just-"
"John it's okay. I'm not here to stop you, I just want to make sure you're not rushing into anything."
"Oh" John felt relieved. "Yea, I'm not rushing everything's good." He tried to pass her.
"Hang on honey, are you sure-"
"Trust me Mom, I'm ready." John wanted to end this conversation as quick as possible.
"That's the thing, I think you might be too 'ready'"
"What?"
Jen pointed to the massive erection tenting his trousers.
"Jesus!" John tried to adjust in embarrassment.
"If you go in that excited you won't last 30 seconds baby." Jen said concerned as she placed a hand on John's shoulder.
"Mom!" John whispered.
"Honey, I'm just trying to help, I don't want you embarrassing yourself."
"I'll be fine."
"You need to take care of that before you go back in." She pointed to his crotch again.
"Take care of it?"
Jen made a jerking motion with her hand.
"Ugh gross!"
"How many times do I have to tell you there's nothing gross about it?"