Jump them.

Gathering your courage, you quietly set the mug down and sneak up behind the shady intruder. You can't make out much given how dark it is; but you can see now is your chance.

You spring from your hiding place, tackling the intruder, from behind, down to the floor. They let off a dainty, near inaudible yelp as you tackled them.

Landing on top of them, you pin the intruder to the ground. They squirm about, trying to wrestle free; but they only tire themselves out.

Remembering what you'd seen on TV shows, you check to make sure they're not armed. After a quick pat down, you find your intruder is not armed; but she did have some top-notch equipment on her, mainly her large, heavy looking breasts.

Taking a look at them, now, you see them sway wildly, as she struggles weakly, too tired to do much else. Surely, you'll have to check them for guns too? After all, what if they're not boobs, but boob-shaped guns? You'll never know unless you check, right?

Reaching under her, you take hold of one of the massive, unsteady orbs. The soft, smooth flesh of her breast is easily felt through the thin fabric of, what seemed to be, a nightie, of some sort.

It wasn't long before your mischief was interrupted, as a sudden strike, of what felt like lightning, landed a the base of your neck. A strange energy flowed through your body, passing down your arm, through your hand and, finally, into your captive's breast, causing an involuntary shiver from her.

Whatever that was, it left you with a huge erection, which your new-found friend soon discovered, when it sprung it's cage. As you can expect, she really wasn't happy to feel your pride knocking on the doors to her inner sanctum, accident or not.

Seizing the moment, and taking advantage of your confusion, she turned over, preparing to kick you off, until she saw your face.

"Drake?" She asks, barely more than a whisper.

Between her voice and her face, there was no doubt as to who you'd just groped. It was your mother. Mixed feelings came over you. You weren't sure if what you did was wrong or how you were going to get out of it; but your, now swollen, appendage was throbbing hard, at the sight of your mother, trying, as best she can, to cover her chest and keep the short nightie covering her crotch.

Now, your mother was having mixed feelings of her own, though, not quite like you, as shock, relief and anger crossed her face.

Standing up to her full height, she scolded you with a stare. It was a stare that you'd give a child who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and you'd tried to run off the cookies and a couple of jugs of milk too.

"Living room, now!" She commands, pointing as she did.

After sitting you down and chewing you out for awhile, she begins to repeat herself over and over. Venting her feelings, mostly, the rest was just trying to forget the embarrassment.

Though, you'd stopped paying attention. You were more concerned that your hard-on was still rocking on. Focusing on it wasn't helping, however.

So, to take your mind off it, you started focusing on your mother, again. She is very tall, even taller than most guys. Her height left her with very long, slender legs and her nightie did little to hide them. In fact, the only thing stopping you looking all the way up was her crossed legs, which she would, very quickly, switch over, from time to time, revealing nothing. Her left arm was busy covering her bust, pushing into her chest protectively, further amplifying their sheer abundance, while her right hand was busy twirling her long, nut-brown bangs, trying to focus her hazel eyes on the twirling as she rants.

Unfortunately, your plan failed. You've only gotten the little guy more excited and your mother's raving, which is now way off-topic, is really getting old.