Needing a place to stay

Because of your job, you needed to move to town a bit earlier than you had planned. It was a bit of a difficult adjustment as you and Tegan moved from a nice apartment... into your childhood home. Of course, it wasn't bad, but it was weird. Still, it was better than motels or hotels. You would just be here until you guys found a place to stay and Sophie had been more than happy to let you guys stay there.

Of course, the house was big enough for all of you, and she even said she'd be okay if you moved in fully. However, you and Tegan had only been married for two years and still wanted your newlywed time. So this needed to be temporary.

Odd it was, though. And awkward, at least for Tegan. For the first few nights, you'd been feeling especially turned on, probably due to you and Tegan sharing a twin bed since that's all you had right now. The two of you were pressed up against each other quite tightly.

You slipped your hand between her legs, but she grabbed your wrist. "John!" She said in a hushed tone. "Your mom might hear us! Plus, I don't feel comfortable doing it while she's in the house."

As frustrated as you were, you didn't want to argue. But it was rather difficult to fall asleep like this... After she'd fallen back asleep, you decided to sneak out and sleep on the couch for the night.

As you walked out with a pillow and a blanket, you saw Sophie sitting there, watching TV. "Oh, hey, mom," you said, sitting down next to her. "Can't sleep?"

"Nope. And I can't tell why you can't," she pointed to your crotch, a tent pitched by your arousal. You threw your pillow over it. It also didn't help that Sophie was wearing a very thin nightgown, but you weren't going to draw attention to it.

"Sorry, mom..." You said, your face red with embarrassment.

She turned to you and put a hand to your cheek, "you don't need to be embarrassed. It makes sense and it's natural. Tell me, is Tegan taking care of you?"

"Yea, she's great—"

"Sexually."

You coughed as the word left her lips. "Y-yea. Why do you ask? This is kind of a weird question, Mom."

"Oh hush! I'm just worried about my son! I want to make sure all of his needs are being meet. And if they aren't, we need to find an alternate plan," Sophie rested her hand on the pillow, gently grabbing it and taking it off of you.

"Mom...?" You weren't entirely sure what was going on.

"If your wife won't take care of her husband, then I guess that leaves mommy now, doesn't it?"