Just get it over with.

Well its not like things could get anymore awkward, so you might as well settle everything as quickly as possible. After cleaning yourself up first though.

Once you’re presentable, you turn off your PC and head downstairs.

Your mom’s in the kitchen cleaning some dishes in the sink, although from her motions she’s clearly not entirely there. She’s likely thinking back on what she caught you in the middle of and thinking about how to handle it. As a result, she doesn’t appear to register the sound of you descending the stairs from your room and is still zoned out.

You initially plan to break her out of her semi-conscious state but just as you open your mouth to call her out, you suddenly find your eyes drawn to your mother’s shapely backside.

It’s no secret that Pallet Town is pretty small compared to the rest of Kanto. There’s maybe a dozen or so people who live there, so it’s not like it’s ever had much to offer in the way of variety. Growing into adolescence was almost painful considering you generally grew up around the same females that you’ve been around since you were born. It’s not like it was absolutely terrible though, but as a teen your imagination refused to be limited to a meager 3-4 girls in your fantasies when you needed to jerk one out every so often. And then as the urge to masturbate increased, eventually your mom started playing a role in your sexual fantasies.

At first the idea of finding your mom sexually attractive freaked you the fuck out, but there’s no denying that your jerkoff sessions were generally more satisfying after having an orgasm to a fantasy involving your mother. Eventually, you made peace with the fact that you indeed find your mom to be sexually attractive. And its not like you can say she’s not a beautiful woman outside of your fantasies either. She’s a kind woman with a fantastic body. Hell, if she wasn’t your mother you wouldn’t feel nearly as bad about jerking off to her.

Still, you eventually got a better handle on your masturbation material when you received a computer for your birthday. While you’ve still had sexual thoughts towards her, you’ve for the most part put it in the back of your mind in favor of the other women in Pallet Town you knew or one of the girls you see in porn videos.

You’re not entirely certain why your inner pervert has decided now was the most appropriate time to ogle your mom, but its hard to convince yourself to stop staring at her ass when she’s zoned out like she is.

Eventually though, you muster enough control to tear your eyes from burning a hole through her tight jeans and clear your throat loud enough to break Mom out of her trance and once more faces you.

“Oh, Red! You scared me there! I didn’t hear you come down.” She responds.