It's Amina, feeling frisky

Peeking out from under the covers like a playful kitten, Amina looks over to you with gleaming green eyes and purrs, "Good morning master..." She crawls up closer and preens on top of you as the covers slip off her shoulder, revealing her naked body in all its beauty. You become presently aware of your morning stiffness just as she does, lowering her body over your tent pole, tauntingly.

"Do you wish for me to pleasure you, master? I can grant you that much at least..." she asks in a soft husky voice.

"Amina? What are you doing? What if mom walks in?" you ask in a hushed tone, listening to hear if your mother is awake yet.

"I can't help it, master," Amina pouts. "I'm all hot and need to... " the petite girl begins to grind on you over your sweatpants. This isn't helping your condition. Amina bites her lower lip as a gentle moan escapes her. She lowers herself over you and plants a kiss with those lips. You reach up and caress her silky red hair. It would be so easy to yank your pants down and give it to her, but there is a sense of apprehension in you; getting caught by your mom would almost assuredly mean that the two of you would not be able to spend another night under the same roof. Where is mom right now?

As Amina presses her frustratingly sensuous body against yours, you crane your ears to listen for footsteps or any movement outside your room. You think you hear something and panic. Quickly, you grab your covers and toss them over you and Amina. She's still rubbing up against you like a cat in heat. As soon as you're both covered, the door bursts open and you mom steps in looking around.

"Mom!?" you blurt out indignantly. "Could you at least knock?!"

"Have you seen Amina? She's not in her room and no one's in the washroom..."

You have to stuff Amina down further under the covers as she attempts to kiss and suck on your neck. "Well, good morning to you too!" you remark.

"Oh, sorry, hun. Good morning," your mother says, still distracted by her missing guest. "Did you see her at all this morning? Last night?"

You squirm a bit as Amina's hungry lips travel down your belly. You fidget as she wrestles you for your pant waist. Your mother takes notice.

"Are you alright, son?"

"Ah..." you say, trying to think up an excuse. "Just morning spasms..." You jerk your pants back up only to have it tugged back down again by the deceptively strong girl. "Just woke up you know..."

Your mom raises an eyebrow, "Is that a thing?" She inspects your bed more closely. "What do you have under the covers?"

"Uh..." You clench up as Amina manages to get her mouth over your hardened cock. "Body pillow?" Amina's head pokes against the cover as it bobs up and down over your rod. You do your best to hide your reactions from your mother's view. "Ahem... a... vibrating body pillow?" you add meekly.

"Oh God, son, really?!" your mom says, looking away.

You desperately try to pull Amina off as you say, "Well, you didn't knock!"

"You know what? You can wash your own blankets from now on..." she says. "I'm going to go look for Amina."

"Uh... you know, I think she takes a jog in the morning, she could be doing that!"

"Well why didn't you say that in the beginning?" your mother sighs. "Fine, I'll prepare breakfast... when you're 'awake', wash up and help me set the table."

Your mother mindfully shuts the door behind her and you yank off the sheets. Amina stares up at you with an impish grin as she polishes your knob.

"OK, stop!" you tell her.

"Why?" she asks, "Your mom's not going to bother us now..."

She has a point. Your mom's going to be spending the next twenty minutes or so making breakfast, you've got time for a little one on one with your genie. Should you take it?