The best defense is...

If he'd been fully awake and now wrapped up in his orgasm, Matt could have come up with some clever explanation. Now, though, that wasn't happening. Instead, he decided to go on the attack.

"Let's see," he said. "Karen and I were stuck putting their drunk mother to bed last night because she'd drunk herself **** on the couch. Then their drunk father announced he was abandoning the family and heading off with some of his whores. I can't imagine how that might make Karen upset, can't imagine why she might want a hug from the only family member she has who isn't drunk and hasn't abandoned her. Okay?"

"But... you're naked."

"I live in a laundry room. It's always hot in here. What am I supposed to do? Wear a tuxedo just in case I need to do some bartending duty while I'm sleeping."

Matt's mom rubbed her eyes. "I... I had a rough day."

"Yeah, welcome to the real world. We want to help, mother, but you can't just assume the worst and go on the attack."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Go get a cup of coffee. We'll talk over breakfast. Maybe there's something we can do. Maybe there's not. But we're not getting anything done hanging around with hangovers."

"I... I guess you're right." She turned and left Karen and Matt still entwined on the bed.

"That was very alpha," Karen said.

"Do you find that hot?"

"I would if I didn't know it was a total act, you goon. I have to take a shower to get your sperm off my butt and then we have to figure out what we can do to keep our family from completely falling apart."

"Too late for that, I think."

She hit him in the gut... hard. "Don't talk that way. As long as we're together, we're family."

He rubbed his stomach. "Yeah, got it. Next time you want to hit me--"

"I'll hit you in the balls to restart your brain. You okay with that?"

"Uh, no."

"Just kidding." She kissed him on the lips, tugged down her little nighty so her ass was at least halfway covered... and so his semen glued the fabric to her ass giving him a great look at her figure, and headed out.