Right?

With perhaps the greatest effort of will in his 22 years of life, John blocked it all out. Stopped looking at his mother. Ignored her hand on his cock. Forced himself not to dwell on the soft pressure of his mother's soft tits and the sharp points of her hard nipples on his chest. He didn't let himself think about any of it. All he let himself think about in this moment was how he just wanted her back to normal.

She pulled her hand off his clothed cock and backed away, her heavy tits falling down as they came off his chest, getting to her feet, pulling her bra back on, settling her tits into the cups in a business like manner, then pulling the gown back on and straightening it, pulling it properly closed. In seconds, she stood looking down at him like nothing had happened.

"Honey, are you feeling ok?" she asked, her voice now conveying her usual motherly tone, not a hint of the husky, sexy one she had been using seconds ago present. She leaned over him, one hand holding the gown closed, a concerned and puzzled look on her face as he sat against the edge of his bed looking up at her in confusion. "Why are you looking at me like that? And what was that screaming? I was so worried."

"I'm uhh, well I'm fine. It was just... a headache!" John belted out hurriedly. "A bad, really bad, super bad headache. Nothing happened and a headache that came from nowhere and went away... I'm much better now," John continued, frantically pulling himself up. "How are you? Is everything all right? Are you feeling ok?" he said, eyes roaming up and down her body, across her face, looking for any more sign of her acting strangely.

"Of course honey. Don't worry about me. You were the one screaming like a banshee," she said dismissively. "Are you sure you're fine? Is there anything you want?" she asked.

John wondered if he had had a stroke or something. But he could swear he could still feel her tits pressing against him, her hand on his bulge. "I'm fine," he said with a firm shake of his head, trying banish the remains of his delusion. "I'm fine, I promise. I just felt light headed or something, my head really hurt for a second, and I had a strange daydream."

"Don't worry me like that again," she said half angrily, hands on her hips. "If you're sure you're ok, then come down to breakfast," she replied, giving him a skeptical look, and turning to leave.

As she headed to the door, John's eyes couldn't help being drawn to her ass. He could swear that as his eyes happened upon it, she began shaking it for him to watch.