Mom

Barry opened his eyes suddenly to find his mom standing next to his bed with an armful of freshly folded laundry. Ellen was forty-one and very attractive for her age, with shoulder length blonde hair, a thick ass but small waist, and small but perky tits.

Right now she was dressed in a silky blue night gown. It had fit perfectly when she bought it, but that was a few pounds ago. Now it stretched a little too tightly over her ass and tits. The silky fabric was pulled tight enough now that it was a little translucent. He could clearly see her nipples through it, and could see just enough to know that she didn't have on panties and that his mother did not shave her pussy.

She was staring at him, shocked. It wasn't the first time she had walked in on her son jerking off, but it had been a while. The last time he'd been a kid and hadn't been sporting a porn star sized cock. She'd given him some uncomfortable birds and bees talk and left him alone.

"Ohmygodmom!" he blurted.

She didn't seem to be able to move. He was laying in the middle of the bed with his hand around his giant cock. The covers were gone, most likely in a pile on the floor, leaving him with no way to cover himself.