Paul’s mind was clouded with vivid s****l images when he woke up the next day. He had a bad case of morning wood, and his c**k throbbed beneath his legs, begging for release.
It wasn’t something that he was unused to, as a healthy, hormonal 18 year old. Usually, however, it was a little more manageable and a little less all consuming. Paul had never been so horny before in his entire life, and he knew that the events of the previous day, Bea’s advances and his mom’s strange behavior, had something to do with it.
“Paul honey, are you awake?” There was a soft knock on his door, and before Paul could answer, his mother walked into his room. She was wearing a tiny, almost insubstantial nightgown, and as far as he could tell, had on no underwear underneath.
“Mom!” Paul rushed to cover up the
