This has gone too far already! –Look the other way, and pretend nothing is happening
From Create Your Own Story
It`s not that your mother isn`t hot or arousing you with what she`s doing right now… But she IS your mother, for god`s sake! You decided to put a stop to this and look the other way, paying attention to what is happening outside the car.
Though you didn`t dare looking at her, you can swear you heard a disappointed pant coming out of her sexy lips. You quickly strike a short conversation with your younger sister for a little while, trying to cool your head and forget what you just saw.
“mMmmmm… Oh God…” your mom moans loudly and suddenly stops panting. You know what just happened and just keep your casual conversation about cartoons with your little sister, pretending nothing is happening. You keep your eyes focused in the car`s window, trying to find something interesting to look at. After a few moments, your own mother joins the ongoing conversation. Since the topic isn`t interesting enough(Cartoons? Really?), you fall asleep.
The trip between your house and your school is a relatively short one, especially when one is sleeping through the whole trip. Still, you did manage to sleep and even had a very peculiar dream…
“Oh god!!!" you wake up as your cock started to spurt inside your pants! You just came in your pants! The warm feeling of your sticky jism is all over your underwear and loins. You can`t exactly remember what the short dream was about, but you do remember that some extremely hot goddess had a little chat with you. She just approached you and said three simple words, which you can, odd enough, clearly remember: “No Limits, remember?” That was enough to make you orgasm and wake up!
“Is everything all right, Matty?” Fay naively asks after hearing you.
You stay quiet for a bit, before mumbling some sort of an answer to your little sister “Yeah… I guess so, Princess”
“Good! We arrived already!” she says as she kisses your mother in her cheeks and leaves the car “See you laterz, big bro” she says with joy before leaving the car, running towards a group of her friends that were outside, as kids of her age usually do.
Your mother looks at you, with a mischievous grin in her sexy lips “Havin` wet dreams are we, dear?” she asks you, her delicate hands gesturing towards the utter mess your pants are. You can reply to her, or just abruptly leave her car, before she can say anything else. You:
