Mom easily agreed, even if she didn't understand what I meant. I then pulled her around to face me better, forcing her to slide off the bed and kneel between my legs. With the seriousness of the conversation and the delicate situation she found herself in, she never even noticed that her head was at the same level as my rock-hard c**k that was severely tenting my pants. Her hands rested on my thighs as she looked up at me, imploringly. I gently stroked her face as I looked down at my mother, knowing that I had her right where we both wanted her to be.
I looked down at her and made my voice sound sad, "I know this will change our relationship, but I think we should carry on as naturally as possible given the circumstances."
I pointed to my bed and my phone indicating what I was referring
