She's noticed you're hard, and is moving closer towards it.

Her half-open eyes were only focused on your groin, and the tented area that loomed before her. Her breathing was slightly heavy as she gently rubbed her head near the area, softly shuffling her shoulders to scoot closer.

"My, my, my! Someone's sure feeling romantic...," she said, a devious smile forming.

"Mom, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking-"

Her right hand quickly slide across your leg, and she began to poke and prod the outline of the bulge with her index finger. The wine, plus the sensations of her touching your junk sent shivers through you.

"What's a date night without some intimacy, Tim?"

With that, she rolled onto her stomach and began kissing the tip of the your dick through your pants. The sensations were utterly alien, but the electricity coursing through you was absolute bliss. Her was a beautiful woman, a porn star, skilled in the arts of fucking, slavering her love for you all over your covered manhood. But at the same time, inside the body of this woman was your mother, whose thoughts and emotions were swimming in both this woman's neurochemical processes, as well as the **** she had been drinking. You had to make up your mind: could you take advantage of the woman currently trying to fuck you? Would you? Should you?

"M-m-Mom...," you mumble.

She slides off of the couch between your legs, and begins rubbing your groin. Her hands caress along your balls, letting her palm cascade up, tapping her fingers gently against the tip of your dick, and continue sliding up to the button and zipper keeping her from what she was currently wanting. She does the top button, and gently begins pulling your fly down, as she stares at you with far more desire than you've ever seen in Allison before. But something also tells you that there's also absolutely no love there, too.

"Mommy's not here, baby! Only you and your horny little slut, Amber tonight..."