You do.

To answer her affirmatively you simply nod, then relax your grip on the pillow. She pulls it away, tosses it to one side, and lets out a breath upon seeing your full length again. You can’t believe that your mother is right now dropping to her knees in front of your hard dick.

“Are… are you sure this is going to help you?” you ask her again, some flicker of a conscience still burning within you for now. When her paw wraps around your cock you suck in a breath and have no more questions.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this but… your mother was always had a bit of an … oral fixation,” she explains to you in the third person for some reason, licking her lips as she begins to stroke the length of you in her silky soft hand. You swallow, observing the woman who is gazing so lovingly at your stiff penis that she simply cannot be your mother… but she is. “I just… really love… sucking cock…” she continues, then leans in. She inhales greatly, taking in your heady scent through flared nostrils. “Oh god, son… you smell so delicious…” she says. You throb in her hand, deciding that a handjob from your mom is the most wonderful feeling you’ve ever experienced as you feel her breath on your balls. The fact that she calls you 'son' isn’t missed either. She rarely ever does because it would be weird to call you ‘son’. She usually just uses your name. And maybe that was why she didn’t want to use your name now… as she strokes your cock. She was calling you something else to separate what is happening now from the real you. Only ‘son’ isn’t the best replacement for that…

It’s all beside the point though, and you just wonder what kind of luck you’re having to be enjoying something so devious so early in the day. “John... son... “ she says, getting your attention so that now you’re looking down at your lioness mom, her face right next your cock, a pleading look in her eyes. “Can I… can I suck it?” she asks. “Can mom suck your cock?”