She quickly realized that Todd was an accomplished bartender.“Look, I’m going to run home to check on one of my babies. She had the sniffles and I...want to see if she is any better.”“Not a problem! I got this!”“Good! Here are my keys. If I’m not back by closing time, just lock the door and wait for me.”Todd met some of the regulars, four guys from the Ford Assembly plant and Gertrude Allenby. While she presented herself as a happily married woman, her childless marriage was stressed. True to her. I actually laid back against the door for a minute, eyes closed, re-watching my son cum and the women fingering each other. I walked to my laptop and clicked the screen back on.Well, OK, now what? I wanted to see more of the women on Toby’s cell… I wanted to see Toby cum again. I wanted… I typed “mom friend son masturbate together” and let google choose for me.Bad idea. A lot of videos of older women having sex with younger men, but essentially nothing like what I thought I’d asked for. I took. I didn’t know what to say. Should I just blurt it out? Should I just tell her the truth? That I wanted to fuck her so badly. That I wanted to grab her hand and shove it against my crotch. “I don’t think it’ll happen. I think she won today. She’ll be gloating when we get home.”“Oh, sorry,” she said. “Well, you don’t know for sure, do you?”I shrugged. I was going to lose my car, and I had no chance to bang my mom. Fuck.It was an awkward drive home. I stared at the window, my stomach growing. With the only light being from behind her in the kitchen the nightgown was almost see through. It suddenly dawned on me, and my hard cock was likely visible to her. I wondered if she had seen it and what she thought. I waited a minute of two and was still hot so I rolled more so the blanket came off me. I kept my eyes shut the whole time, still faking I was asleep. I rocked my hips to be sure my hard cock was completely poking out the hole of my boxers. Then I felt it again, the blanket was put.