Your mom, back
From Torg Adventure
You turn to look and see your mom standing in the door way to the kitchen, leaning against it. Only the bottom most button of the dress shirt she is wearing is still buttoned, blocking the view of her red nest of curls. her shirt was open from there though, barely containing her milk-laden tits, the pink nipples, hard as diamonds, were the only thing keeping her shirt from slipping completely opened.
You feel your cock throb harder and realize you haven't tucked yourself back in yet. It slides up prouder, pointing at your belly button as it reaches full mast. Your mom practically purred as she drank in your body while you started drooling over hers.
"I think we can drop any pretenses here," she says, that same husk from before in her voice. She walks toward you, her hand casually opening her shirt and exposing the rest of her wanton body to your eyes.
"Ummm..." you start to stammer, your tongue totally tied. Your heart is a lump in your throat as it starts pounding like a jackhammer.
"Oh, I think we're well past 'Ummm...' here, don't you?" she says, her finger nails finding your rod. You shiver so hard you thought your knees might buckle. "Mmmm...baby likes that..." she purrs some more.
"Oh god, mom," you manage to squeak out.
"You had some milk for your coffee. I want some cream for mine. What do you say son, can you fill mommy's cup?" she said, her hand slipping into your boxers and cupping your now-aching balls.
Man up or interruption?
