She just doesn't get the point.

Clamping your hand over the head of your bulbous cock, you jerk back your ass, to make as small a profile as possible. Though it doesn't cover your protesting red member fully, it's the best you can think of in that knee jerk second.

"Mom! Get the hell out!"

With blushing cheeks, you watch as your mother huffs in anger at you making her flesh melons jiggle, before putting her hands on her hips. Pursing her swollen strawberry lips , you can see she's shocked by your outburst.

"I don't believe I heard what you said mister! Because, if what I just heard is what you're really saying, than you and me need to sit down and talk!"

As your mother is admonishing you, your cock is still twitching with it's urgent need of release. It doesn't care that your mother is 2 feet away. What's more; your hands seem to be in collusion with your cock. It teases you to the point of climax. It's your fingers. They seem to keep stroking the head of your over sensitive frenum.

Looking down, it's all due to the over abundance of semen that's secreting from the tip of your cock. There's a large stain on the carpet by your feet because of it.

How your mother hasn't noticed this yet, baffled you to no end.

You don't know why you tried to hide it at this point. She must've gotten the full view when she came in just now. It was beyond futile with your grapefruit sized balls and your shaft on display right now. Your hands only covered your mushroom helmet, and seemed small in comparison to the rest of your monster Schlong.

You probably look comical to your mother at present. You sure feel that way. Will she take your silence as asquience?

Furtively, you glance up to her makeup styled face. Hopefully, she hadn't caught on that you've been staring at her tits non stop since she's came in. But you couldn't be blamed for this, they kept wobbling and deforming with each movement of hers. It was a chore to even look away at this point.

"Mom, c-could you PLEASE go out while I get ready?"

With a cringe-turn-smile expression, you plaster on what you thought would work best. It seemed to do the job, as your mother's gaze seems to soften slightly.

Her pursed lips, retract back upon her teeth, as she gives you a bimbo like sunny smile in return.

"Awww. Mommy can't stay mad at you for long!"

As your mother says this, her arms fold under her bust as she crosses her arms in contemplation. Unfurling one of her dainty arms, she taps on her pillow like lips with her right index finger in ponderance.

"Ah huh!"

Dancing on the balls of her feet, your mother doesn't give you a chance to protest further, as she looks to have thought of something. It's just... she hasn't noticed yet that her pale areolas are on show from slipping out of her skimpy bra in her abrupt actions.

Should you tell her?

Shaking your head, it's best if she finds out herself.