Ross's fingers flew across the controller as he navigated the virtual race car through a particurly challenging hairpin turn. The weekend Gran Turismo championship had his complete attention, his character sitting in first pce with only two ps to go.

  The door burst open without warning. "Rossie! I brought your favorite cookies and milk!"

  His mother's cheerful voice made him jump, nearly causing him to crash the digital vehicle. The familiar scent of her vanil perfume filled his nostrils as she bounced into his room, her bare feet padding across the carpet.

  "M-mom! I'm in the middle of..." His voice trailed off as she leaned over his shoulder, the thin white fabric of her tank top hanging loose. Her full breasts swayed dangerously close to his face, threatening to spill out completely. Ross swallowed hard, trying to focus on the screen while very aware that she wasn't wearing a bra.

  "Oh! Is this that car game you're always pying?" Judith pressed closer, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Look at those graphics! They're so realistic!"

  Her long blonde hair brushed against his cheek as she reached past him to set down the pte of cookies, her other hand resting on his shoulder. The tight yoga shorts she wore rode up even higher, barely covering anything at all.

  "Yeah, it's... um... Gran Turismo," Ross stammered, desperately trying to keep his eyes on the race while his mother's cleavage dominated his peripheral vision. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead as he attempted to maintain control of both the virtual car and his own racing thoughts.

  "Oh honey, this looks fun! Teach Mommy how to py!" Judith cpped her hands together, bouncing on her toes in that way that made her chest jiggle precariously within the thin tank top.

  Ross paused the game, his throat suddenly dry. "I... uh... sure, Mom. Here, let me grab the other controller." He scooted his gaming chair to the side, creating space between them while reaching for the spare controller on his desk.

  "So these buttons here control acceleration and braking," he expined, demonstrating from his safe position beside her. "The analog stick steers, and you'll want to brake before the turns..."

  His mother's brow furrowed adorably as she jabbed at the buttons with her perfectly manicured fingers, immediately sending the car into a wall. "Oopsie! This is harder than it looks!"

  "You need to be gentler with the controls," Ross suggested, trying to focus on the screen rather than how the afternoon sun streaming through his window made her hair glow like spun gold.

  Judith's full lips formed into an exaggerated pout, her bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Baby, I can't learn like this! Come show Mommy properly." She patted her p invitingly, the way she used to when he was small enough to sit there comfortably.

  Ross felt his face flush crimson, acutely aware that he was no longer that little boy. "Mom, I'm eighteen, I'm too big to—"

  "Nonsense! You're never too big for Mommy's p." She reached for his wrist, tugging him closer. "Come on, sweetie. Show me how to win this silly race!"

  "Fine, if you won't come here, I'll come to you!" Judith giggled, hopping up from her chair. Before Ross could protest, she plopped herself right onto his p, making his gaming chair creak under their combined weight.

  "Mom!" Ross squeaked, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air as his mother wiggled backwards, trying to get comfortable.

  Her round, perfect ass settled directly against his crotch, separated only by his thin basketball shorts and her yoga pants. The warmth of her body seeped through the fabric, making his heart race. Each tiny movement as she adjusted her position sent jolts of electricity through his body.

  "There we go!" She beamed, reaching back to pat his cheek affectionately. "Is Mommy too heavy, sweetie? You used to love when I'd sit with you like this."

  Ross could barely form words, overwhelmed by the sensation of her body pressed against his. The heat radiating from her core seemed to burn through their clothing. Her yoga shorts had ridden up even higher, the thin material clinging to every curve.

  "N-no," he managed to stammer, "not too heavy." He tried to shift backward in the chair, but there was nowhere to go. Each movement only made things worse as her soft curves pressed more firmly against him.

  "Perfect!" Judith wiggled once more, getting settled. "Now show me how to py this game properly!"

  Judith shifted her weight again, trying to find a comfortable position. Her round ass ground back against Ross's p as she adjusted herself, making small circles with her hips. Each innocent movement sent sparks of sensation through his body.

  "Mom, maybe we should—" Ross's voice cracked as he felt the first stirring of an inevitable response. Blood rushed to his cock as her perfectly shaped ass continued its torturous dance against him. Panic seized his chest – there would be no hiding it if things continued this way.

  "Oh! I keep hitting the wrong buttons." Judith frowned at the controller, completely oblivious to her son's growing predicament. She twisted slightly to look back at him, her blue eyes bright with excitement. "Honey, why don't you hold the controller with me? Show me how to do it properly!"

  Before Ross could protest, she reached behind her and grabbed his wrists. His hands were pulled forward, around her narrow waist, until they met hers on the controller. The position forced him to press even closer, his chest now flush against her back.

  "There we go!" She chirped happily, leaning back against him. "Now you can guide my hands!"

  The movement caused her already short yoga shorts to ride up even higher, exposing the creamy expanse of her thighs. The thin fabric bunched at the apex of her legs, leaving very little to the imagination. Ross tried desperately to look anywhere else, but the sight of her exposed skin filled his vision.

  "Is this better, baby?" Judith wiggled once more, trying to get comfortable. "Now you can teach Mommy properly!"

  "Eeeeek!" Judith squealed as the car accelerated through a sharp turn, her entire body jerking sideways. The movement ground her ass directly against Ross's now fully hard cock, trapped painfully in his shorts. "This is so exciting!"

  Her constant squirming sent jolts of electricity through his groin. Each bounce, every shift of her hips made his erection throb harder. The thin material of his basketball shorts did nothing to dull the sensation of her perfect, round ass pressing back against him.

  The controller vibrated intensely as their car went off-road, the rumbling feedback transferring through their joined hands and resonating through both their bodies. Judith gasped at the sensation, unconsciously arching her back. The movement caused her to slide back even further into Ross's p, his painfully hard length now nestled firmly between her ass cheeks.

  "Oh! Am I doing it right, baby? This is so fun!" She bounced excitedly, completely oblivious to the effect her movements were having. Her ass ground against his cock with each enthusiastic motion, the thin fabric of her yoga shorts the only barrier between them.

  Ross's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving against her back as he struggled to maintain composure. The sweet scent of her vanil perfume filled his nostrils with each desperate inhale. His hands trembled where they covered hers on the controller.

  "Y-yeah, Mom. You're doing... great," he managed to choke out, trying desperately to focus on the race rather than the exquisite torture of her body moving against his throbbing cock. Every bump in the virtual road made the controller vibrate, sending shockwaves through their pressed-together forms.

  His mother's delighted giggles and constant wiggling were driving him mad. Each innocent movement made his cock pulse harder, trapped between their bodies in an agonizing dance of accidental friction.

  The virtual car approached another hairpin turn at breakneck speed. Ross tried to guide his mother's hands to brake, but she pressed the wrong button, sending them careening toward the barrier. The sudden movement made Judith jerk back hard, her ass grinding forcefully against his trapped erection.

  "Oops! Sorry sweetie, Mommy's not very good at this!" She giggled, completely unaware of how her son's cock throbbed against her as she shifted position again.

  The race track's unduting curves seemed to hypnotize her as she began unconsciously rocking in time with the car's movement. Her hips swayed back and forth, up and down, mimicking the motion on screen. Her yoga shorts provided zero barrier as she essentially gave him an innocent p dance, her perfect ass sliding rhythmically against his painfully hard length.

  Ross's vision blurred, his hands trembling where they still covered hers on the controller. Each sway of her hips sent jolts of electricity through his groin. The pressure built with every unconscious grind as she moved in perfect time with the race, completely oblivious to the effect she was having on him.

  "This is so much fun!" Judith chirped, bouncing excitedly in his p. Her ass pressed and circled against his cock as she rocked, the movements becoming more pronounced with each turn in the track. "The way the car moves is making me feel like I'm really driving!"

  Heat radiated between their bodies as she continued her inadvertent torture, her soft curves molding against him with each sway. Ross bit his lip hard, trying desperately to hold back the groans threatening to escape as his mother's rhythmic grinding pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

  "Look Ross! I'm in second pce!" Judith bounced excitedly. The virtual car screamed around another corner, the force feedback making the controller vibrate intensely in their joined hands. Judith swayed with the motion, her hips creating a perfect circur grinding motion against his painfully hard length. The thin material of her yoga shorts had bunched up even further, leaving practically nothing between them.

  "Mom, please..." Ross whimpered, his voice barely audible as pleasure coursed through his body. Each grind of her soft curves against his cock made his vision blur. The forbidden nature of the contact only heightened his arousal, shame and desire warring in his mind.

  "Almost got them!" Judith leaned forward slightly, changing the angle of contact. Her ass pressed back more firmly, creating the perfect amount of friction as she unconsciously rode against him. The new position had her grinding directly along his shaft with each bounce.

  Ross's hands trembled where they covered hers on the controller, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The rhythmic motion of her hips matched perfectly with the unduting race track, creating a steady stimution that threatened to push him over the edge. Each innocent wiggle sent waves of pleasure through his entire body.

  "The way this controller vibrates makes it feel so real!" Judith giggled, completely oblivious to how her movements affected her son. She continued bouncing enthusiastically in his p, her perfect ass sliding up and down his length with devastating precision.

  Judith's eyes fixed on the screen as their car entered the final p. Her entire body tensed with excitement, making her grind back harder against Ross's trapped erection. The thinly veiled contact between them had his cock throbbing painfully, pre-cum already soaking through his basketball shorts.

  "Yes! Yes! We're gonna win!" Judith bounced rapidly in his p. Each enthusiastic movement positioned his shaft perfectly between her ass cheeks, the head of his cock pressing against her covered pussy through their clothes.

  The vibration from the controller intensified as they hit the rumble strips, making Judith writhe even more. Her grinding became more pronounced as she celebrated their impending victory, completely unaware of how her movements tortured her son.

  The combination of the constant friction, his mother's innocent enthusiasm, and the forbidden nature of their contact proved too much. Ross felt the familiar tightening in his balls as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

  "Mom... I can't..." he gasped out desperately, his hands clenching around hers on the controller.

  "Yes! Yes! Keep going!" Judith bounced frantically in his p, her eyes glued to the screen as their car approached the finish line. "We're almost there! Don't stop now!"

  Ross's whole body tensed as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. His cock pulsed violently, trapped between their bodies as thick ropes of cum erupted into his shorts. Each spurt coincided perfectly with his mother's enthusiastic bouncing.

  "That's it! Just like that!" Judith squealed, grinding back against him as she wrestled with the controller. "Oh my god, we're doing it! Keep going, keep going!"

  His hips involuntarily bucked up against her perfect ass as more cum pumped out of his throbbing cock. The wet warmth spread through his shorts, creating an obscene wet patch where their bodies pressed together.

  "Yes! Don't stop now! Push harder!" Judith commanded, completely focused on the race while inadvertently coaxing more spurts from her son's pulsing member. "We're so close!"

  Ross's vision went white as the most intense orgasm of his life continued to wrack his body. Each bounce of his mother's hips milked another rope of cum from his twitching cock, his shorts now completely soaked through.

  "Almost there! Just a little more!" Judith wiggled excitedly, grinding back against him one final time. "Yes! We did it!"

  Ross colpsed back in his chair, his chest heaving as the st few drops of cum leaked out into his ruined shorts. His mother's innocent celebration of their victory had just given him the most powerful release he'd ever experienced.

  Judith leaped up from his p, spinning around with her arms raised in victory. "We won! Did you see..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes nded on the prominent dark patch spreading across the front of Ross's basketball shorts. "Oh!"

  Her blue eyes widened as she took in the unmistakable wet stain. Ross's face burned crimson as he tried to cover himself with his hands, wishing he could sink through the floor and disappear forever.

  "Oh sweetie..." Judith's voice softened to that motherly tone she used when he was upset. "Did Mommy make you have an accident?"

  Ross wanted to die. His entire body trembled with shame as he stared hard at the floor, unable to meet his mother's gaze. The wet spot on his shorts grew cold against his skin, making the situation even more unbearable.

  "I... I'm sorry," he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... you were just... and I couldn't..."

  Judith's expression shifted from surprise to something else - concern mixed with what looked almost like curiosity. Her eyes kept darting between his face and the obvious evidence of what had happened. She took a small step closer, her head tilted to the side as she studied him.

  "It's okay, baby," she murmured, her voice carrying an odd note he'd never heard before. Her perfectly manicured fingers twisted together in front of her as she continued to stare at the wet patch with an unreadable expression.

  "Don't be embarrassed baby, it's natural," Judith cooed softly, stepping closer to her mortified son. Her delicate fingers stroked through his hair in that familiar maternal way, sending shivers down his spine despite his embarrassment. "These things happen, especially at your age."

  Ross remained frozen in pce, his hands still trying futilely to cover the obvious wet patch spreading across his basketball shorts. The fabric clung uncomfortably to his softening cock, cold and sticky against his skin.

  "Let Mommy help you clean up," she murmured, her voice carrying that nurturing tone she'd used since he was small. A subtle blush crept across her cheeks as her eyes darted once again to the evidence of what had happened between them. Her fingers continued their gentle stroking through his hair, occasionally brushing against the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck.

  The pink tinge to her cheeks deepened slightly as she stood there, her chest rising and falling a bit faster than normal. Her other hand fidgeted with the hem of her yoga shorts, which were still riding up dangerously high on her thighs.

  "I... you don't have to..." Ross stammered, his voice cracking as he struggled to form words. The situation felt surreal - his mother standing there, stroking his hair while staring at the cum staining his shorts, her own cheeks flushed pink.

  "Nonsense," she insisted softly, her fingers still running soothingly through his hair. "That's what mothers are for, sweetheart. To take care of their boys."

  Judith's maternal instincts took over as she surveyed the mess. "Take those shorts off right now, sweetie. We need to get you cleaned up properly."

  Before Ross could protest, she spotted the tissue box on his desk behind him. "Here, let me just..." She leaned over him, her voluptuous breasts pressing against his face as she reached for the tissues. The soft swell of her chest through her thin top made his breath catch.

  "Mom!" Ross grabbed the tissue box from her hands, his face burning bright red. "I can do it myself!"

  "Don't be silly," Judith straightened up, pcing her hands on her hips. "I used to clean you up all the time when you were little."

  "I'm not a little kid anymore!" His voice cracked with embarrassment as he clutched the tissues protectively to his chest.

  Judith's musical ugh filled the room. "Oh sweetie, you're always going to be my baby boy." She ruffled his hair affectionately. "But if you're going to be shy about it, I'll let you handle it yourself."

  She headed toward the door, her hips swaying in those criminally tight yoga shorts. "I'm going to start dinner - your favorite spaghetti bolognese!" She turned back with a bright smile. "Come down when you're cleaned up, okay honey?"

  "Yeah... thanks Mom," Ross mumbled, still unable to meet her eyes.

  Judith blew him a kiss before disappearing down the hallway, leaving Ross alone with his mortification and a box of tissues.