Jon heard a quiet knocking on his door.
"Come in," He said.
Jon's mother walked in. She wore a tight corset and very tall heels but nothing else. Her shaved vagina was in clear view to Jon, but he no longer seemed to mind.
"What's wrong, Honey?" She asked.
"I just had a fight with Karyn!" He said, crying into his mom's well-endowed bust.
"It's okay, sweetie. I know what always makes you feel better."
She slowly undid Jon's pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. He no longer thought this was weird. Jon's mom had to slowly coax his penis to life, but it wasn't long before the two were going at it hardcore. This was just the sort of thing she did when he was upset, but then he realized he didn't have a single memory of actually doing this with his mom before. He knew this is what she did, what they did, but then why couldn't he remember doing it before?
