Be a good boy, stay home

You can't just go about the rest of your day after what happened with your mother. I mean, sure you had to tell Jessica a lie, that you weren't feeling well and would make up your date to her tomorrow. However the desire your mother had just awoken in you could only be satisfied by her.

When you finally go grab dinner, you have to heat it up in the microwave. You eat your meal quickly at the kitchen table alone. Dad is have a rare night out with his buddies and left immediateoy after dinner. Nicole had just finished up and was back in her room, playing her loud music.

Taylor walks up behind you as you sit, just finishing your last bite. "Here sweetie, let me take that plate for you." She leans in and presses her tits against the back of you head as she reaches around you for the plate. Your cock instantly twitches as you feel her warm soft breasts rest on your shoulders. It was going to be difficult to wait.

"So, what are your plans this evening?" Your mother asks casually as she walk away with your plate.

"I think I'm going to stay in tonight." You reply, thinking about what staying home tonight would mean.

"Do I have to wait for tonight?" You ask in a hushed, pleading voice. Scared that somehow your sister or father might be around the corner.

"Aww, my poor baby doesn't want to wait?" Taylor's mature voice making the words sound velvet. She leans behind you again, this time resting her chin on your shoulder. Her arms wrap around your chest like she did in the bathroom. Your cock is rock hard, straining against the cotton fabric of your sweatpants.

"I know it's difficult baby." Taylor whispers in your ear. Her hands travel down to your hip and reaches down your thigh. She finds you hard cock and squeezes it through your sweatpants.

"I know mommy is being mean by making you wait..." her hand slides up and fingers her way under your waistband. You feel her warm, soft hand wrap around your cock again. You lean back in your chair, trying to give your mother enough room to stroke you.

"And you have been such a good boy so far." Your mothers hands gently and slowly pump your cock. Your breathing quickens as you listen to Taylor's soft moaning in your ear. Then she pulls her hand away.

"But baby has to learn some patience, and self-dicipline first." Taylor whispers before stepping away. You look down to your sweatpants and see a wet spot of your precum clearly darkening your crotch.

"But mommmm..." You begin to protest and turn to face her.

"No, Ryan." Taylor quickly cuts you off. The harshness of her tone is softened by your mothers deliciously curvy body. "Are you going to be a good boy?"