Pretend to still be sick.

Adam sneaks back to the bathroom, his thick fuckstick swinging between his knees weighed down under it's own mass. He picks up the clothes he left there, tossing them on the floor once back in his room. Climbing back in bed Adam tucks his still hard cock behind his leg a slightly painful attempt to keep it hidden, and furiously rubs his hand against his forehead, the friction heating it up. When he hears what sounds like his mom's footsteps he stops.