I wasn't very scared. I knew my mom very well, since It was just her, me, and my sister. I knew exactly what would happen. I had mastered the art of fooling my mom into thinking I was the victim and that I was sorry.
In reality I was only sorry of 3 things. 1: that I hadn't done it sooner, my second sexual adventure turned out great! 2: that I got caught, cause I could have shot my load probably two more times for Ms. Pelvicthrust. And 3: That Ms. Pelvicthrust got fired, I would never see that shapely ass in front of a blackboard again.
I sat down next to my mom on the loveseat in front of the TV and gave her the note, a perfected look of innocent sadness in my eyes. She took the note, read the first few sentences and dropped it in the garbage bin under the end table. "You tell me what happened, I don't want to hear it from the bad handwriting of a cranky old man." With that I told her everything in full truth, but using descriptive words and expressions, pitch and volume of my voice to my advantage.
While I was telling this story, my mom was rubbing my leg in a consoling way. She rubbed throughout the story, moving more and more up my leg, unconsciously probably. She then touched my balls under my pants. I shuddered in an aroused way, while she seemed to not have noticed, doing that same thing with every next rub. Soon she was touching the base of my cock. I was becoming uncomfortably aroused by the way she kept toughing me. Nearing the end of my account of things, she was doing something that resembled stroking my hard cock. By now I was rock hard, whether it was from mom's accidental hand or because of the erotic story I was telling.
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