His mom

Sam turned his head in shock to see his mom standing there. She was pretty much the textbook definition of a milf. Her large breasts had to be at least DD cup. Her thick thighs supported a fat ass. She stood at 5’7”. Her thick lips looked perfect for sucking dick. Currently she was clad in only a sheer pink nightie. The top had a little bow between her breasts and the top came down just enough to cover her panties.

_Wait, what? Where are these thoughts coming from? _Of course, that question was dwarfed by the fact that he was still on the floor, covered in cum.

Scrambling up, Sam tried to cover his intimates and explain. “Wait Mom, it’s me! Sam”

His mom, understandably, had a doubtful look on her face. “Sammy?”

Sam blushed and murmured grumpily, “It’s Sam, not Sammy.”

His mom’s face lost the doubt and was replaced by worry. Apparently she recognized that Sam hated being called that.

Walking over, she pulled Sam into a hug. “What happened?!”

Some tried to ignore the fact that his mom also had his own cum all over her now, or her nipples poking into Sam’s own hard nipples, or his dick rising to rub against her leg. The sensation caused Sam to shudder.

“I-I don’t know. I just kinda woke up like this.”

His mom pulled back, seeming to just now realize the position they had been in, and blushed.

“And why are you, you know,” at this, Sam’s mom gestured all over his body. Sam’s blush turned even deeper.

“Uh, w-well, it was really s-sensitive and before I knew it, I, well-”

Sam was cut off by his mom laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. No son,” she looked down at Sam’s breasts and blushed, “or daughter, of mine needs to feel embarrassed talking to me.”

Sam blushed. To be openly called her daughter, well, it made the situation much worse. His, no, her, attention was brought lower to see that her dick had risen to full mast. Her mom looked down to see it as well and bit her lip.

“You know, if you ever need anything, you can always ask.” They looked back up at each other.