Try to get mom to realize she’s the woman you’re looking for

Mom starts looking at her phone, and meanwhile, you’re left standing there with your cock out dangling like some kind of doofus. You need relief, now.

“Mom, is it okay if we talk about sex stuff like this?”

“Of course, my donkey dick son,” she says, and you love the new name.

“Okay, because I have a question. How often should a guy like me be, uhhh, ejaculating?”

Celina sets down her phone.

“However often you need to, dear.”

“Well, I was doing it eight or nine times a day recently.”

“Masturbating, you mean?”

“Yes…” It is so hot to hear her say these words. “Do you ever masturbate?”

She laughs. “I used to, sweetheart, but now that I’m a grown woman, I have men like Charlie come over whenever I need. It’s much better than masturbating.”

“Oh I see,” you say.

“Don’t you have one of your little girlfriends you can have come over and take care of you?”

“Uhhh not really,” you lie.

“My poor son,” she says, “Big balls full and no one to take care of you. That’s so unfortunate.”

Holy fuck. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say your mom was intentionally teasing you. You’d think she is purposefully flaunting her big breasts in that open robe, telling you to stroke yourself off, knowing that you’re dying for a chance to poke your dick into her left eyesocket just to get relief.

You don’t know why, but thinking of your mom purposefully torturing you like this is making you harder.