MN/P1Male/Morn/MomMast
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You shake your head lightly as you head for your room, the image of your mother's form still burned into your head. You enter your room and unbuckle your pants. Your hand reaches for your erecting member and your stroke yourself through your boxers, focusing on your glans as your mother's enticing bottom dances before your closed eyes.
Your mother, who had always been there... the time when you scraped your knee... the many late nights you'd be studying and she'd come by with snacks... her gentle laugh she so generously gives...
You open your eyes again to see your engorged member tenting out your pants. Fully prepped, you slip your boxers down and take a seat on the edge of your bed. Your hand sporadically reaches for some lotion, remembering that you have some on your desk. You squeeze some out onto your hand and apply it to your crotch. The cooling sensation of the thick fluid feels good against your bare skin.
You start stroking yourself lightly, your mind replacing your own hand with your mother's. You take in a deep breath through your nose, trying to recall your mother's scent. You have her fully pictured in your mind in front of you... Should you imagine that your mother's being dirty? Or being loving self?
