I couldn't believe what was happening to me, my cock was going nuts thinking about what my mother was doing and I was hard again before I closed my do...r. Even after I cleaned up the semen from my computer desk I was still hard and throbbing, not being able to stop thinking about my mother in the bathroom. Her grinding on her hands and her large breasts pushed out toward the mirror with her eyes closed. The image came back to me again and again the look of pleasure on her face, her arms shaking. ............-Well didn’t you know that driving drunk is breaking the law?-his question sounded too hasty and scared me even more.-Yes,….well…yea but…I didn’t think….that…..-I couldn’t speak, I was terrified, this couldn’t have been happening. Now I could see, that the other cop was looking at my ass with hungry eyes and I could swear I saw him grabbing his cock. I tried to close my eyes and make myself believe, that I was imagining it, I was gay after all, I have seen this in movies, it must. He grinned deviously, biting down on his bottom lip as he feels his cock begin to pulsate and harden in his jeans. Everything was as she said it would be, "What a good girl..." he groans softly as he finally grasps and turns the knob to the bathroom door. He enters quickly and gently closes the door behind him, not wanting to cause a stir just yet; then admiring how much steam he is now enveloped in as he gives his eyes time to adjust to the dim candle lighting. At last, he makes out her. “Where are you going, Dennis?”“Gotta pee,” I mumbled.“Excellent idea; hang on, and I’ll join you.” Sheila threw the quilt back and climbed out of bed.“We might as well take a shower since we’re already up,” the leader said as she tossed me towels and soap from the closet.Three members of the kitchen crew hard at work preparing breakfast were the only other people up and about in the hour before sunrise. We owned the empty showers and had them to ourselves.We dried each other after our morning.