More studying and then bed

Matt spent another hour reviewing his trig and biology, then headed for his room. Karen acted like nothing had happened, like she didn't know he'd perved over her, which as a relief... in a way.

Because it was hot and their apartment didn't have air conditioning Matt was lying nude on top of the sheets when he heard a knock on the door. He'd logged onto his father's chat account and was checking out the women who seemed to have nothing to do with their lives other than send his dad pictures of themselves flashing him as they went about their business. Knowing that these were real women rather than some porn stars made it even more fun to masturbate and he was just at the point of coming when he heard the knock on the door.

Damn.

He yanked the corner of the top sheet over his dick and croaked out, "Come in."

His mom bustled in, a big hamper of laundry in her hands.

"I'm so sorry, Matt. But I'm behind and I need to put in a load."

And he needed to blow a load. He checked her profile in the dim light. If she wasn't his mom, he would have called her a MILF with her heavy-hanging tits, so unlike the fake tits so many of the women on the Hill sported, and her bubble-butt.

"It's okay," he lied.

His voice must have sounded a little weird because she put down the laundry and sat down beside him, putting her hand on his forehead. "You're really hot, Matt. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, great, mom."

{if fitness>15}"Good. You're looking good, by the way. Maybe being above the smog here on the Hill agrees with you."

{else}You sure? You've looked a little peaked lately."

"I'm sure."{endif}

"Well, okay." She trailed her hand down his cheek {if fitness>15} and to his chest.{endif}. "Sorry to interrupt your... sleep but I really do need to get this laundry done."

"No problem."

He pretended to shut his eyes but watched her as she shoved a load into the washing machine. At the last minute, she stopped, yanked off her top and shorts, stripping down to a sexy thong and a bra, and tossed her clothes in on top of the rest of the laundry. She turned back to him, as if making sure he really was asleep, then crept out of his room.

Damn, Matt thought. I'm turned on by my own mother. What a pervert.