As he wearily rolled over onto his back, he looked up and saw his
mother standing over him with her black leather pumps planted on
either side of his head. The glorious vision directly up her
skirt made Jonathan's cock swell twice as hard. Again, his
mother spoke firmly.
"I asked you a question, young man." Her hands rested on her
flaring hips as she scolded him. "I come home and catch you
watching porn with your pants down and you tell me that your hand
is a little busy right now." She scowled over him, folding her
arms with contempt. "Is that supposed to be funny?"