You run back to your room, horny and confused.

You can't stand another second of this deliriously deviant tableau. You turn quietly and tip toe out of your "mommy's" room. You slooooowly close the door behind you, holding your breath with every light creak, and when you are finally in the clear, you run like a bat out of Hell to your room.

Once you get there, you don't make it two steps before you erupt in your tights, your cock throbbing and shooting off harder than you ever have before. You try pulling it out to prevent staining your pants and having to explain it to "mommy", but they're already full and your cock shoots off another final jet that lands in your slack jawed, drooling mouth. You taste your sticky shame as it tingles on your tongue, and you swallow reflexively before you can think better of it.

Head still spinning, heart still pounding, your body tingling in post spurt bliss...you hesitantly bring your hand down to your tights and up to your plump, panting lips...tempted to taste more of your shameful stickiness. But just like that...the moment passes, and you are left feeling only regret and disgust where there was once desire and curiousity. You grab some kleenex and change into a pair of boxers and jeans, hoping clothes might make the man and drive these strange new thoughts from your head.

Like a tongue poking a cavity, you can't help but go back to the thoughts you desperately want to avoid. Everytime you close your eyes you're back in that bedroom, peeking at your "Mommy" in the shower, ogling her gorgeous body, wondering if her skin feels as soft as it looks...tastes as good as it smells...wondering if the smooth skin of her cock would be as soft as her lithe legs or supple stomach...wondering if it would taste as good as the rest of her...or better?

You try everything to distract yourself. Games help for a few hours, but then someone calls you a "motherfucker" on voice chat and you find yourself blushing and throbbing in your jeans. You try taking care of yourself by browsing teenie porn, but you just can't get off to their scrawny, angular bodies. You click on the MILF category, and you are almost to the edge but not quite. You curse yourself as you click on Shemale, promising yourself you'll get it out of your system then never look at it again. You pick a video described as "virgin str8 boi seduced by shemake stepmom" and pull your painfully hard prick out.

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK

You almost jump out of your skin as your mother opens your bedroom door. You shove your cock back in your pants with a groan and desperately close all your porn tabs. By the look on your mom's face, you weren't quick enough to hide them from her. You turn around, breathless and blushing. "Uh hi, mom. What's up?"

She's wearing sweats and a tight fitting t-shirt that says "I not as think as you drunk I am" and it definitely seems to capture her current state. Face flushed, eyes cloudy and lustful, she looks completely uninhibited and eager to play. You've never seen her so wanton before today. She loves to tease and make suggestive comments, but here she without a bra, nipples so hard they threaten to tear the fabric of her shirt...she is eyeing you hungrily and licking her lips. Curiosity gets the better of you and you look down at her tights. Sure enough there is am impressive bulge stretching the crotch out. She isn't even trying to hide it anymore! You wonder what that means for you with a sweltering shiver.

"Mmm...Mommy'sh up! Tee hee! Come on, liddel baby, come downshtairs an' have a drink with Mommy. We need to...TALK." The way she emphasises talk, you don't think that's what she wants to use her mouth for. Or worse, what she wants to use YOUR mouth for. On the other hand, you could use a drink. And you can't put this off forever. But maybe you should wait until she's slept it off?