"Yes, sweetie? Are you okay?" His mother asks him as she slowly gets out of bed, her robe still shielding her body from him.

"Er...yes." He says, still dazed about what has just happened.

Stepping past him, his mother exits the room but not before his eyes fall over her large rump as it sways under the confines and suddenly he feels a surge under his own gown.

She is MOM! He admonishes himself, turning his head away in embarrassment.

Now he is alone as well as confused. A part of him can still feel the morbid shame of what he has just done to her. The evidence being the clammy dampness he can feel underneath his robe. But another...

NO! This is all wrong!

He doesn't have to look down to know he is still hard.

He can feel it!

Again, more waves of shame hits him.

What if she sees it? She will think I am some sort of perv...

The door opens and his mother steps in, her eyes immediately falling on the protrusion that is pushing his gown out....