You head to bed, not wanting to face Randall just yet.

You sat there a few minutes after Randall left. You thought you should probably go talk to him but you weren't sure what you would say. You felt embarrassed and disgusted over what just happened - but even more, you still felt really turned on by the whole thing. Talking to Randall right then would have just been too awkward, so you figured you would just push it off until tomorrow.

You cleaned up yourself and the floor, then got ready for bed. You tossed and turned for quite awhile, unable to go to sleep. Your mind kept replaying the image of your mother exposing her breasts for you, encouraging you to masturbate for her. You had never really thought of your mother like that before - despite being well aware that all your friends considered her quite the MILF - but now you couldn't think of anything else. You knew it was perverted of you to get so aroused by your mother - to lust after her so. But Randall's little peformance had flipped some switch within you, and you spent restless hours in your bed picturing your mother's svelte body with her mature curves. You finally fell asleep but your dreams were filled with disturbing visions of your mom on a stage, gyrating around a pole as she performed for your pleasure.

The next morning you didn't see Randall before heading off to school. You focused on your schoolwork, letting your normal daily routine distract you from thoughts of Randall & the show he put on for you. When you got back home, you tried to act like nothing had happened, getting Randall to play Xbox with you and then helping him get supper together. A couple times he started to bring up what had happened the night before but you quickly changed the subject. He seemed to get the idea and dropped it, though he did give you several strange looks during the course of the evening.

Things settled back to normal over the next several days. You still felt a little awkward around Randall but you tried to fall back into your usual routine. You also found yourself looking at Randall differently. You had just started to get used to being around Randall in your mom's body - horsing around, playing games, etc. - but now everything felt different again. But this time it wasn't the strangeness of being best buds with your mom. Instead you kept stealing glances at her body, really seeing her as an attractive woman for the first time. You caught yourself staring at her breasts when Randall would stretch or her ass when he bent over. Though you felt ashamed for it, you started fantasizing about your mother - going so far as to jack off to an imagined replay of Randall's show rather than to your porn.

You got even worse when Randall's style of dress changed. As he started going out more often with Rebecca or your mom's other friends, he began to dress...