In the morning, you come your senses to the comforting, sweet smell of mom

In the morning, you come your senses to the comforting, sweet smell of mom, who, as always, prefers to wake you up personally, with love and care. When you lazily open your eyes, you find her hand laying on your morning wood, while she is sitting beside you on the bed, trying not to disrupt your slumber too harshly.Her hand feels soft on the base of your cock, with good part of her palm fondling your balls through the sheets. Fortune in misfortune, the layers of fabric separating your bodies are