Tell Rebeccah that you need to come

"I will go crazy if I don't come!" you whisper urgently in her ear.

"You can't wait six months?" she asks, teasing you.

"I can't wait another hour!" you say, emphatically.

"I wish I could ride you right now," she whispers seductively. "Or lick you like a popsicle until you come down my throat."

You groan in frustration.

"But mommy says no hanky panky, so I can't," she whispers. "Sorry, Sweet Boy."

"If you really need to come, maybe you should sneak off to the bathroom and stroke it out?" she whispers, teasingly. "I mean it, I've been teasing you for hours and I feel bad. I honestly wish I could watch you do it, but it will turn me on knowing you are having a sneaky jerk off."

"Are you sure?" you ask, and she smiles and nods encouragingly.

You really do feel like you are going to lose your mind of you don't come, so you hurry off the sofa to the downstairs bathroom where you lock the door and pull your pants and panties down. Your penis is an angry purple color from being hard for so long and you sit on the edge of the toilet lid and start stroking.

For some reason, possibly because you were teased for so long, you don't immediately burst. You stroke more, on the very edge, but you can't make yourself orgasm. In frustration, you fumble for your phone and pull up a porn site. You scroll through the home screen of the site, looking for something that catches your eye, and you stop on a thumbnail for a video of a woman in black lingerie with big breasts like Rebeccah's mother. In fact if you squint, the woman looks like a slightly less attractive version of Rebeccah's mother. The title of the video is 'Jerk for mommy'.

Of course you choose that video to watch. The woman talks soothingly to the camera asking if you want to see her breasts and that you should stroke yourself so she can watch. She exposes her breasts and plays with her nipples, telling you to keep stroking, and asks if you like her breasts. She tells you if you are a good boy, she will let you suck on them.

You drop your phone and just at that moment, the door opens, and Rebeccah's mother is standing in the doorway with a mop in her hand. She watches with wide eyes at your penis, tightly gripped in your fist, as a drop of pre-cum drips on the rug in front of the toilet. Then she looks at your phone, which is still playing the video on the floor. You reach for the phone, but she reaches faster and she holds it up, studying it while you sit, cringing on the toilet lid.

You feel like you might die from embarassment.

"Mommy, I'm sorry..." you start to say, but you see that her mouth is drawn into a line and her eyes are flashing.

"Shush!" she commands. She stops the video and slips the phone into her apron pocket. "Into the kitchen, young man. We need to have a conversation."

You skulk out of the room, frantically pulling up your pants. You pass Rebeccah on the way to the kitchen.

"She caught me!" you whisper desperately, and she responds by covering her mouth with her hands, eyes wide.