Tell her what you saw

You couldn't sit still any longer listening to this. Not after she had come into your room drunk last night trying to get you to come drink with her, all while she was pitching a tent in her pants.

"I'm not the one who was jerking off in the shower wishing she could fill up her son's pretty face with her fat cock."

Your mom froze. You could practically see the gears turning in her head. You started to wonder if you just opened the door to something you really shouldn't have. Thinking back to what she looked like in the shower, the things she said, and the fact you'd just repeated them straight back to her, you couldn't help but get hard. Your boner mere inches away from her hand still caressing your upper thigh. She looked down at her hand and smiled in a way you hadn't seen before. Then she spoke, and as she spoke her handed started to 'accidentally' brush against the bulge in your tights.

"You do have a pretty face, dear..."

"... You said I had a plump ass too."

"Oh but you do! It's very attractive."

"You even said to be a good boy and let you fill me with your creamy cum."

You weren't sure if you were reproaching her anymore, or egging her on.

She looked directly into your eyes and asked:

"Do you want to be a good boy?"