7 Showing Your Conviction (1/2)

You have long been accustomed to your mother's straight forwards attitude. You have lived with her for most of your life after all.

However, now that you are a young man with a lot of needs. You see her in a very much different light. She is savvy, eloquent, sexy and so damn fucking fuckable. No doubt that she has used her assets to her advantage in her business.

You wonder how this discussion will go – there goes your lust again.

After all that ”look, but can't touch” since yesterday, your lust is growing out of control. The endless blue balls brought on by your power make you a bit on edge, and you really, really need a woman fast.

Unfortunately, you have no girlfriend or money for that matter.

You try to calm your junior as you struggle to get seated across your mother, who is completely naked under your all-seeing eyes. You didn't need to see her skillset to see her naked – this simply mean how much she is unconsciously guarding against you, or how much you want to fuck her.

You try to stop seeing through her body-tight dress, but the mind and body wants what it wants.

Your mother cocks her head slightly, noticing your awkward inner struggle. She tries to make sense of it, and she knows that she was especially harsh on you in recent years. Although she misses you very much, she rarely shows it in her words or demeanor.

She barely visits you when you were in college, but she does send gifts and presents, especially on your birthday.

She is what you would call a cold, mature beauty. Since you couldn't help yourself as you are a growing man, you try to avert your eyes instead. Staring at the sun too long will get you burn, even if it is a very, very hot sun.

”Look at me,” your mother demands, not letting you a moment of peace.

”Do I have to,” you reply and resume your examination of her sexy body far too happily.

You know that your mother really loves you, otherwise, she will not give up her busy work schedule, organize lunch and wait for you to come home. You love her very much in return.

You also have enough respect for your mother despite your current perversion. Even strangers would form a deep feeling for her after all she have done, let alone you, her only blood relative.

Not liking your disrespectful response, your mother leaned forwards from her chair, and her enormous tits strain themselves more tightly against her dress. Was this one of her negotiating tactics?

How could you resist?

”I need to use the bathroom,” you immediately call out and rush away from the table. Your mother gave her head a shake as you burst into the bathroom.

”Fuck, fuck, calm down, calm down. She is your mother for god sake!” You lecture yourself and have a look at your junior. It is fully awoken. A release would be nice.

Since you couldn't just ask one of the maids in to help you with this – especially not with your mother just a door away. You decide to get rid of the hardon yourself.

How? There is something call masturbation.

You didn't want to do that.

It is below you.

But you currently have no choice. Either be constantly distracted throughout lunch – or regain some sense of yourself.

You didn't enjoy the feeling of your hands on your junior, but beggar couldn't be chooser. You recall seeing all the beautiful naked girls from memory. As you have a very good memory, it wasn't difficult to create a slideshow of them.

Unfortunately, one person outshined them all, and the moment she appears in your mind, you blew your load.

It was right onto your mother's face – in your mind. You were stunned at how the vivid the image you conjured up is. Hot, steamy, milky baby batter slowly but surely roll down your mother's beautiful face and pool between your tightly bound cleavage.