Scolding Her Son

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Diane had two children, she had a son and a daughter. Her daughter was a sophmore in college while her son was a senior in high school. Her son had girlfriends left and right and she allowed him to have his freedom. But, she also made sure he had manners and respected his elders. His father, her husband, was always away on buisness which left Diane having to raise her son.

Diane felt unwanted in her marriage. Her husband was never home to help her with her womanly needs. Diane was a big woman. She had big tits, bigger than most women and her ass was very large, very fuckable. And when he was home, he never wanted to have sex. That made Diane beleive he had someone younger on the side.

Diane came home from a long day at work to find her son's laundy still undone. She told him to do it but, he never did. She tries not to be too angry but she is just so stressed.

She doesn't know that her son is in his room jacking off to his porno stash. She knocks loudly on the door. "Young man, you're in trouble." She calls out.
 
While his mother was at work, Morgan liked to sit at his computer, and watch some of the DVDs he had downloaded - porn DVDs, to be specific. He didn't hear his mother pull up in her car, and when she knocked on his door, he was fast approaching the point of climaxing. The shock he received caused him to instantly ejaculate into the tissues rolled up around the end of his cock.

"Uhh - mom - just a minute," He said, in a nervous-sounding voice. He realized, that he didn't even bother to lock the door, because she would be away.
 
"Hurry up, sweetheart, we have some talking to do." She didn't even want to know what he was doing in there. Whatever it was, it wasn't good because it was taking him too long to answer. But she understood he was a boy and somethings were better not talked about.
 
He breathed a sigh of relief, that she didn't barge into his room. He finished blowing his load into the tissue, discarded it, and pulled his pants and shorts back up. He shut the video off, which had the volume muted, and stood up. He walked to the door, and opened it, seeing his mother standing there.

"Yeah? ," He said. He knew that she was angry somehow, and he didn't like it when his parents were pissed off at him.
 
"What did I ask you to do?" She said, as she walked into the room. "Your father and I do not do your laundry around here." She said, a bit angry. She then spotted something on floor, something white. It was a sticky glob, she knew what it was. Her son had been jacking off.

"Son, if you're going to pleasure yourself, at least clean up afterwards."
 
He looked over, and was shocked to see that something leaked out of the tissue. He was embarassed slightly, and a bit annoyed. He didn't respond initially to her rhetorical question, but when she commented about the semen on the carpet, he said, "Is that really any of your business?" He could often be sarcastic, and he enjoyed defying his parents, somewhat.
 
She stood in his room with her hand on her hip. "Excuse me, young man. That is no way to talk to your mother." She said. "Now answer my question or you can answer it to your father." She said, crossing her arms against her chest.
 
He hated it when his parents got like that. He rolled his eyes, and said, "You asked me to do the laundry - I was erm - busy - and didn't get around to doing it yet." He paused, crossing his arms infront of his chest, and said, "Is that enough of an explaination?"
 
"Fine" She rolled her eyes a bit. "Don't get fresh with me, young man. I'm still your mother." She said, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I still love you though." She smiled. She did love her son
 
"Okay," He said. When she said that she loved him, he said, "Love you too." He mostly said that after she did - he felt obligated to, somewhat, to prevent a bad situation. He hoped that she'd just forget about the fact that he was whacking off when she came to his door. He smiled faintly, secretly waiting for her to leave his room.
 
"Now do that laundray and dinner should be ready in the next hour." She said, deciding to drop the issue of the white glob on his floor. He was a young man with needs. She leaned into hug her son, her big motherly tits pressing against her sons chest.
 
He put his arms around her, just slightly, as she hugged him. He felt her large breasts against his chest - he never really thought of his mother in a sexual manner. It wasn't so much because of his own moral compass, but rather because incest was illegal, and she really wasn't his type - also, he wasn't that into sex.

"Okay," He said, and left the room. He went down the stairs, and grabbed the laundry. He put it into the washer, in the laundry room, and set the timer before going into the living room, and sitting down on the couch.
 
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