So…I’m sitting there staring up at her like an idiot. Deer in the headlights.

“Well?. . . .Ga-head, I’m waiting!” She nods her head towards my lap.

I’m frozen. I’m afraid to move and I’m afraid to say anything. I’m thinking this must be a trick, some kind of ‘Test’ or something. You know, to find out just how much therapy I’ll really need.

She turns her attention back to the TV briefly. The “Mom” is stroking her son’s dick faster now. “Tell me when you’re gunna cum Honey…” She says to her son. “…You can cum in my mouth so there’s no mess.” She smiles up at her son.

“Wow! Look at that…” Mom says; still no shortage of sarcasm. I still feel like I’m sitting in the display window at Macy’s trying to pick lint out of my asshole with my elbow.

She looks down into my lap again. “We don’t have all night here.” She tells me as she looks at her watch. I’m starting to think she’s serious.

“Your Father will be home pretty soon.”

“Mom?”

“What?” She says nonchalantly; almost joyfully.

I’m still not sure what to say. I’m wishing this will all just go away.

Once, a long time ago, I got myself lost in the Mall. I was four I think. I walked around crying for what seemed like hours. I thought I’d never see my home again. It was the worst day of my life………I now wished for that day.

“What’s the matter? Are you having a problem? Don’t tell me you can’t get it up with your MOM standing here?”

My eyes almost popped out of my head. Did she just say that? I’ve never heard my mother talk like this and I never expected to.

Truth be known… …I DO like these kinds of movies… “Forbidden sex” and all that. And I HAVE jerked off thinking about my Mom. My Mom is a very good looking woman, hot, with a kick-ass body. All my friends give me shit about it;

“Can you fix me up with your Mom?”

“Do you have any pictures of your Mom naked?”

“Do you have any of your Mom’s underwear we can have?” Shit like that.

I’ve dreamed about situations that have led to just such a thing, but they never went quite like this. And when I didn’t think it could get any worse;

“Move your hands Robert. I can’t see.” She says with a tiny smirk on the corner of her full lips. More humiliation. She was having fun.

“Mom, I…”

“I said MOVE YOUR HANDS!” The stern authority was heavy in her voice. “Now!” She demanded

I slowly, reluctantly, did what I was told to do. I slid my hands away to reveal my sorry, lifeless dick. I remember thinking this would be a pretty good time for a 747 to fall on the house.

My mother’s eyes were focused between my legs.

“Huh, I don’t understand…” She teased. “I thought you liked this. You certainly looked like you were enjoying it when I walked in” She says. “Do we need to go in the garage or something? Get down behind some boxes? Or maybe out on the front porch so everyone can watch? I suppose you’re into that too.”

I figured she was baiting the trap. And she was doing it with great glee.
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