His mother put his dinner and a note in front of his door.

Glad to have something else to do besides fight his relentless lust, Adam got up and staggered to his door. Opening it, he found a plate of risotto, a note and a small bundle of fabric beside it.

Adam,

I know what kind of effect my cock has on you, so I decided it was best

to bring your food directly to your room. I hope you like it!

Love and kisses,

Mom

PS: I saw your pajamas were soiled, so I prepared something for you to wear. I know that that was your last set.

Even just reading about his mother's thick cock made Adam's pussy quiver. Oh, how glorious it would feel to be split open...

Adam slapped himself to keep from following this train of thought and instead took the plate to his desk to eat. He barely tasted Monica's sublime food, the burning ache in his snatch taking up most of his attention. He caught his left hand unconsciously drifting towards his pants several times, but managed to keep himself from scratching that particular itch. The consequences were just too dire.

After he was done eating, he tottered down into the kitchen after listening for his mother - it seemed she had already eaten and gone to bed. He put his plate in the sink and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Catching himself in the mirror, he stopped and stared. His face was flushed, mouth hanging slightly open - he looked like he was in heat. Wrenching his gaze away, he focused on staring into the sink and got ready for bed.

Back in front of his room, he picked up the bundle of fabric and unfolded it. He couldn't believe his eyes: it was one of his sister's silk nighties, light purple and frillier than he cared for. Redfaced, he went into his room and closed the door behind him. He couldn't wear this! This was way too girly! It was basically a skirt!

'But what is the alternative?' an insidious part of his mind asked. Sleeping naked? The last time he did that, his mother had licked him until he came. The memory of this particular tryst made his pussy clamp down on a non-existent invader, and Adam had to fight with every fiber of his being from ramming his hand into his pants and rub himself until he came.

Once he could breathe freely again, he resigned to the fact that his body had pretty much made the decision for him and began to strip. His shirt dragging across his engorged nipples made him shudder and his eyes roll up in pleasure, so Adam had to once again take a few minutes to wait for his lust to subside. The air felt cold on his heated skin, a slight sheen of sweat covering his naked upper body.

Taking off his pants proved to be the least of his worries. Thanks to the fly, it didn't drag over any of his most sensitive parts, but Adam decided to keep the soaked panties on - while they were not exactly pleasant to wear, he feared what would happen if he took them off. His cunt felt so sensitive that he might cum on the spot. As he put on the nighty, he was amazed at the feeling of the silk on his sensitive skin. It felt like his own sheets, but being enveloped in the soft fabric felt even better - especially on his throbbing nipples. Still, he could barely stand how girly it was.

Adam got into bed and closed his eyes, trying to sleep. But to his chagrin, the lust that had him in its claws was overpowering. He tried everything he could think of - algebra, thinking of disgusting things, counting sheep, but it was all useless. The insidious pleasure slowly eroded his self-restraint and after several hours of tossing and turning, he couldn't bear the emptiness in his crotch any longer.