She goes and sends someone else.

“No, Mom!” You reply, trying to make your opinion obvious while still looking ill.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” She gently asks with a motherly tone. “I don’t want you to be sick alone,” She adds, sounding concerned and a bit worried.

You temporarily see an image in your mind of a bunch of people getting sick together. “No, I’ll be okay! You have to go to work,” you tell her, emphasizing that you’ll be okay.

“You’re probably right. If I don’t go to work, how am I going to pay for things for you and your sisters?” She asks. “I don’t know,” you respond as though you thought she wanted an answer.

“Well then, I guess I’ll just go,” she says, with a hint of worry in her voice. She stands up and heads for the door.

You return to your self-entertainment. You want to cum so badly and you finally have the freedom to do so. You play with your eager cock. Suddenly, she stops and turns back toward you. You try to hide what you were just doing, looking back up at her with embarrassment flushed across your face. You don't think that she noticed. Your embarrassed flush may have made you look sicker though.

“I got it,” she says. “I’ll send my assistant to take care of you.”