Jake does not remember entering the kitchen, yet here he was, only dressed in a towel, apparently fresh out of the shower, on his way grabbing something to drink.
And there, his incredibly voluptuous mother sat at the table, coffee on one hand, and her phone in the other.
Not acknowledging him at all.
Jake couldn't help himself but to invade her personal space.
His towel tenting obscenely right into her beautiful face. Mia, his mother, kept her blue eyes focused on her phone.
He felt himself grow impossibly hard under the towel.
Harder than he has ever been in his 18 years.
As if lead by an unknown force he let his towel fall.
Jake kept himself focused on the microwave behind his mother, he was deadly afraid that he might cum right into her face if he looked down.
Yet he couldn't help himself. The view made him gasp, he couldn't remember when his cock looked as threatening and huge as it did just now.
His tip was wet with precum, any second know he'd cum into her beautiful and unassuming face, any second now.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Fuck!" With a loud and blaring beeping Jake woke up from his wonderful dream.
"That was the best part, fuck man!" he thought to himself angrily. Understandably he woke up with an aching hard on, so he delayed getting up and opted to relax a bit longer.
For a fleeting moment he planned to strip down his boxers and just get it over with now, but then he heard familiar steps approaching his door, and knew that just like usual his mom would barge in without a care in the world.
Privacy has always been a foreign word in this household.
The door opened and in came the same beautifully proportioned women he dreamed off, however this time she was very real.
"Hey sweetie, wake up, lets do the yard work like you promised!"
Jake, still obscenely hard under his blanket declined. "Mom, just give me a couple of minutes and I'll be down.".
"Nooo, you promised, we do it now!" and with that his mother suddenly pulled on his blanket, his hard on was sticking straight out inside his boxers, tenting them considerably.
"Come on, don't let your mommy wait big boy!".
Jake tried to hold onto the blanket yet it was too late, now it lay on the ground and he had no way of hiding his traitorous bulge.
"Alright, if you act like a baby then I guess my little baby needs to be tickled just like he used to." his mother jumped right on him, her thighs pressing down on his.
Trapping his hard cock with her weight, both their most private parts being separated only by the cheap material of his boxers and her old pjs.
"Mom, get off of me!" Jake tried getting his mother off of him, however she pressed harder down on him, wrestling him more than tickling.
"Noooo, stop squirming around and let me tickle you!" his mother kept laughing, putting her weight on his cock and not realizing how agonizingly close her son was to cumming into his boxers.