Egor lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the month he had just spent without so much as a fleeting touch. He smirked to himself, proud of his self-control. It wasn’t easy, but he had managed to keep his hands to himself, and now he was reaping the rewards.
The door to his room creaked open, and his mother, Olga, walked in without waiting for an answer. She was a strong, confident woman in her late 30s, with a great sense of humor. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the mess that Egor had left in his wake.
“Egor, my dear,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “When was the last time you saw a broom? Or a dustpan? Or a laundry basket?”
Egor rolled his eyes, not missing a beat. “When was the last time you saw a man who could take care of himself?”
Olga laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re lucky I love you, Egor. Otherwise, I’d have thrown you out on the street years ago.”
Egor grinned, enjoying the playful banter. But then he noticed the look of concern on Olga’s face. “What’s wrong, Mom?” he asked, his voice suddenly serious.
Olga hesitated for a moment, then said, “You seem… uncomfortable. Is everything okay?”
Egor sighed, knowing he couldn’t keep the truth from her forever. “It’s been a long month,” he admitted. “I’ve been having trouble sleeping.”
Olga raised an eyebrow. “Why is that?”
Egor shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to admit the truth. But Olga was nothing if not direct.
“Egor,” she said, her voice firm. “If there’s something you need to take care of, then you should take care of it. Don’t let it fester.”
Egor’s face turned bright red, and he stammered, trying to come up with a response.
Olga laughed, seeing his embarrassment. “I was just kidding, Egor. I didn’t mean it like that.”
She ruffled his hair, her touch warm and comforting. “Get some rest, okay? You need it.”
As Olga turned to leave, Egor couldn’t help but stare at her ass. He had always found her attractive, but he had never acted on it because she was his mother. It was wrong, he knew, but he couldn’t help the way he felt.
Olga noticed his gaze and turned around, playfully asking, “Egor, are you checking me out?”
Egor’s face turned even redder, and he stuttered out a denial.
Olga smiled, her eyes twinkling. “It’s okay to find me attractive, Egor. But you need to remember that I’m your mother. Got it?”
Egor nodded, feeling both relieved and disappointed.
As Olga left the room, Egor couldn’t shake off the thoughts of her ass. He started to touch himself, but then stopped, remembering his month of celibacy.
He got out of bed and decided to take a cold shower to clear his mind. As he stood under the cold water, he couldn’t help but imagine Olga’s ass.
He got out of the shower and went back to bed, but he couldn’t sleep. He decided to go for a run to clear his head.
As he ran, he couldn’t shake off the thoughts of Olga’s ass. He started to get hard, but he kept running, trying to clear his mind.
He got back home and went to his room. He lay on his bed, still thinking about Olga’s ass.
He decided to take care of the problem himself, but as he started to touch himself, he heard Olga’s voice. She was calling his name, asking if he was okay.
He quickly hid his erection and told her he was fine.
Olga didn’t need to know what was going on in his head. It was better this way.
For now.
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