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He’s walking home after hanging out with his friend. He’s slightly sunburnt, a gentle pink dusting his arms and nose, and worn out from all the activities they did together. He wants nothing more than to take a giant nap when he gets home.
As you approach your house, feeling the familiarity wash over you like warm water, you can't help but smile. Your mother must have seen you from the window, because before you even reach the door, it swings open and she stands there, hands on her hips. "Where in the world have you been?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
I was with Jack, like I told you this morning. He clocked in at work at just hung out with me while he did his shift. He explains sleepily, walking up the front steps.
Your mom nods knowingly. "Well, at least you're back now," she says, leading you into the house and over to the couch. "Why don't you take a nap before dinner? You look like you could use it." With that, she leaves you alone on the couch, her soft footsteps fading down the hallway. The gentle hum of the air conditioner and the quiet murmur of the TV from the nearby den lull you into a deep sleep.
He pulls a blanket over himself and sleeps peacefully on the couch.
Time passes by in a hazy blur as you sleep, the softness of the couch and the gentle rocking motion lulling you deeper into slumber. You dream of being with your mom... but not like that. No, instead she's dressed in her favorite black lace bra and panty set, her body glistening with sweat from a workout at the club. She crawls onto the couch beside you, her breasts pressing into your arm as she nestles close, her hand finding its way to your crotch...
Your heart pounds in excitement as you feel her soft palm stroking your length through your sweats. You moan quietly into the pillow, arching your back to give her better access. She leans down, pressing her body against yours and kisses you deeply, her tongue dancing with yours as she continues to stroke you expertly. Your hands find purchase in her hair, holding her close as your hips begin to buck into her hand, seeking release from this delicious torment.
He wakes up from the dream as he accidentally rolls onto the floor.
You sit up quickly, gasping for air and looking around wildly as you try to remember where you are. Your heart is racing and your cheeks burn with shame at the thoughts you were just having about your own mom... but that doesn't stop the familiar ache from building between your legs. You press your thighs together, trying desperately to ignore the need growing inside of you.
Maybe if you take a shower, it'll help clear your head...
He gets up and walks over to the bathroom after selecting some fresh clothes. He shuts the door behind him and discards his old clothes.
As you step into the shower, the hot water beats down on your back, washing away some of the tension that's been building up. You close your eyes and try to focus on something else... anything else. But no matter how hard you try, all you can think about is her: your mom. The way she looked in that bra and panty set... the feel of her hand on your crotch... it's driving you crazy.
Maybe if you just... touch yourself? Just this once? No one has to know....
He tentatively reaches down and cups his crotch in his hand, stroking it gently.
The sensation of your own hand on your throbbing length sends shivers down your spine as you picture her again, grinding against you in the club outfit. With each stroke, your breath hitches and a moan escapes your lips. You're closer... so close to feeling that release...
Your fingers move faster as you begin to lose control, picturing her beautiful face hovering over yours, her breasts swaying with every movement. You can feel the build up in your balls, the familiar tension spreading through your body as release nears...