"Mom? What are you doing in here?" Jon asked, holding his duvet up to his neck. His mother had sauntered into his dim bedroom a few moments earlier and was standing beside his bed, hand on hip, staring at him expectantly.
"Oh, Jon, honey, it's Linda. I'm only mom when I'm doing the boring stuff like dinner and dishes. You still remember that I'm your Linda, right?"
"Mom, er, Linda, um, look," Jon stammered, "I came upstairs because I want to be alone."
"I know, honey!" Linda smiled, "That's why I'm here! So you can be alone! Now, are you ready to jerk off? What do you need me to do? Have a pose in mind or are you in the mood for some kind of kinky outfit?"
"Linda, it's not that you're not attractive," Jon said, being truthful. If it wasn't for his mother's head balanced on the body, he would have sprung at the idea of watching the woman while masturbating, "I'm just not in the mood tonight."
"Are you sure?" His mother's head asked while pinching her nipples.
"Absolutely."
"Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind," she said with a sigh. Then, instead of walking out of his room to leave him alone, she got down on all fours and crawled under his bed exactly where he normally would leave his porno mags. Jon popped his head over the side of the bed and found that his mother was, in fact, lying on a nest of pornos, arms crossed, as if waiting.
"Oh! That was quick! Are you ready now?" she asked excitedly.
"Urg, no!" he responded quickly, popping back up into his bed. As he lay in the dim twilight, he listened to her breathing and wondered whether he would be asleep before his erection disappeared.
