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“M-mom?” He stuttered and gasped in the doorway. It was definitely his mom, the voice sounded like her even though he’d never, ever heard her make those kinds of noises. He cleared his throat, loudly, and there was no response. He felt lightly sickened by the noises she was making, both her moans and the soft, wet smacks of her oiled up booty. She was actually oiled up, too, he realized. And those clothes… “Did you do this on purpose?” He asked out loud. The only response was a long, drawn out moan, her leg turning inward and shuddering.

Of course. He’d seen the videos in health class, it wasn’t like she was going to answer him right now. Brief moments of lucidity weren’t unheard of, but it wasn’t like she was going to hold a Q&A session while the virus was sinking its roots into her mind. He bit his lip, watching in spite of himself as she continued to shake and shimmy, half bent-over. She was the first thing he’d seen when he’d come in. It was too much for it all to have a reasonable explanation. Unable to take it any more, he grabbed her by the hand and led her to her bedroom.

“Come on,” he said, nervously. “Get in bed.” She looked quizzically at him, her eyes almost crossing from pleasure. Ugh. He pulled her toward the bed and tried to push her into it. His hands slipped across her back, it was wet from oil, and they found purchase against those generous cheeks. He recoiled, for a second, and then flexed his fingers, watching her continue to clap her booty in front of him. He licked his lips and then shook his head, violently, barely believing what he’d just considered. He pushed her again, gripping firmly on her upper hips and carefully maneuvering her into the bed. She automatically dropped to all fours, wiggling in circles and throwing it back towards him.

It took more willpower than he cared to admit to pull his eyes away and turn around. He shut the door behind him, but he could still hear his mom moaning and making her ass clap through the walls. He peeked in through the door one more time, and she looked toward him, needily, her lips parting and sighing as she bounced back and forth, clearly simulating what she wanted right now. He shut the door again. How long was this going to last? Days? He was having honest to god trouble resisting this for minutes right now. He hoped it would get easier.