Your mom is desperate to get some good rest. She’s always had issues with insomnia, but lately its been really bad. So you’re not too surprised when she turns to some social media promoted wellness cure. All this telemedicine stuff is getting pretty ubiquitous. You are kinda surprised and amused when she asks you to hang out with her the night she gets it in the mail. “There’s some stories out there,” she tells you, “about the side effects. I just want someone around to make sure I don’t somnambulate or somndriveacar!” you laugh, thinking it’ll be like old times: popcorn, movie, on the couch. But its nothing like when you were young. Once she conks out, less than an hour into a movie, you notice she’s squirming a lot. Actually, its not really squirming. She’s…touching herself? Oh my god! She’s humping the couch, and her face is…well…its right next to your cock. Your cock, that is unbelievably hard right now, with her hot breath against it. She’s moving her hands around you, trying to…holy fuck, she’s pulling your cock out! She must not be awake, you think, but then she starts to suck you. Her eyes are half-open, and her voice is deep, breathy. She tells you she’s been wanting this for years, that she’s been thinking about your cock since your freshman year…Jesus Christ, you should stop this but her mouth feels like heaven, and you really aren’t sure if she is…god, what does it matter? She keeps weaving in and out, coming to before falling off again, every time immediately starting to suck or…oh god, fuck…you don’t think you’re going to be able to hold off if she keeps saying all these things…about the side effects, about how she’d hoped for this…you’re going to cum inside her!
