Tell her to wait till she's slept it off

Something about the way she said "talk" made you think twice. That and the obvious tent she was making in her tights. You figured it would be best to "talk" to her later once she'd sobered up.

"Sorry, mom, I'm kinda busy right now. And you look a bit tipsy to be honest. Maybe you should get some rest. Let's talk in the morning."

Your mother pursed her lips in clear disappointment. She let out a long sigh and turned back out your door.

"Alright." She poked her head into your room one last time. She had a dishevelled grin on her face as she slurred the words, "Lesh TALK ... in thuh mornin'."

You didn't see her again till well after sunrise the next day. After she left your room she had gone back to hers and was out like a light. You were having a late breakfast in the kitchen when you heard your mother stroll in from the corridor, yawning as she went.

"Goodness me, I had such a good rest last night. I must have really needed my beauty sleep. Good morning, darling! Oh, that reminds me..."

She went straight over to you and sat down next to you at the kitchen table.

"We need to have a talk. Now, I was ... very tired last night, so mommy's memory is a little fuzzy, but I do distinctly remember going into your room. You were quick to cover yourself up but I know what I saw. Frankly, darling, I think we need to have a talk about your viewing habits. 'Virgin straight boy seduced by shemale stepmom'? Do you often watch that kind of material?"

She looked concerned and placed a hand on your thigh, but it was much higher up your thigh than you were comfortable with.