Stay to watch some TV

I stood near the door, my heart in my throat. Samantha patted the love seat next to her.

"Sit next to me. You don't have to run off yet, do you?"

"Uhh...no. I guess I could stay." I sat down next to her, but leaning away so she wouldn't see the bulge in my pants.

Samantha clicked on the TV, and my fears were true I did not close out the menu for the on-demand porn. The last item viewed was at the top: My Friends Hot Mom.

"Oh my goodness! Was this what you were watching, you naughty boy?" She said with mock severity.

"Well...it was on the list of movies...I mean in your queue...I mean..." I stammered.

"You mean that I had been watching this earlier, and you just continued on where I left off?"

"Something like that."

"I see," she said. Then her voice perked up, "let's watch the rest of it together. Sound good?"

"Uhhhh...are you sure? Maybe you'd rather watch that alone?"

"Now where is the fun in that?" She said with a sparkle in her eye. She pressed play and it resumed where I had stopped. It was the beginning of one of the scenes where a young man comes to the MILF's door to inquire if her son is home. They all had similar plots, or what passed as a plot for the adult film.

I had s raging hard-on as we watched the movie of a suburban house wife being seduced by the 18 year old neighborhood boy. By the time the cougar was on her knees getting ready to orally pleasure the young man, I was ready to blow a load in my pants. That was when I felt Samantha's hand on my upper thigh.