She asks about your boner

“I want to ask about the boner you had earlier. You don’t have to be ashamed, honey, since your father had plenty of spontaneous boners as well when we were married. Sometimes we would be shopping or in a crowded area, which he would get really flustered in having to hide it.” You watch your mom’s boobs move around like to bowls of jello as she laughs and continues to speak with you. You can feel your boner growing again as you try to focus on her eyes instead. You decide to play coy and finally say, “I’m sorry, Mom. I felt bad since I was feeling unwell in the moment. If I’m honest, I didn’t even realize I had one.” Your eyes return unconsciously to her massive globes as they move in different patterns. (Stop looking at them, you idiot! You are going to give yourself another boner.)

You look down at your crotch and you can see the imprint of your cock through the comforter as you quickly return your gaze back to your mom. You pray she doesn’t look down and see your penis straining against the bedding. Your mom puts her hand against your forehead and says, “Oh gosh! Honey, you’re burning up with a fever.” You knew you were burning up because of your predicament as well as the fact that your mom’s breasts were jiggling a few inches from your faces. Your mom offered you a solution, “How about I draw you a bath? You seem to be sweating quite a bit and that can help you feel better. I don’t mind you using mine since I know you can’t technically take a bath in yours.”

You try to muster any words but your mom is in full MOM mode so you quietly say, “If you insist. I’m sorry if I’m being a bother.” My mom shook her head to cause her boobs to shake as well as she interjects, “Honey, it’s not problem. I need to take care of my man especially when he isn’t feeling well.” You feel your erection pulsing under the bedding when she said that and as you look down you can clearly see it moving around with a mind of its own. Suddenly, she placed her hand on your leg and was a finger tip from your spasming erection. (Oh god! Does she see it? I hope she doesn’t feel it moving around.) You close your eyes and take deep breathes as you desperately try to get your erection under control. She gives you a couple of pats and pops off your bed. She had a glint her eyes as she said, “Come join me in a few minutes once I have the bath ready.” Your mom’s tone was slightly lower and bit more raspy when she said that. (She clearly saw my erection…I mean she even almost touched it.) In your panic, you can only muster out a few words, “Ok, mom.”