Don't Stoppable - 8K (Patreon)

It's late at night as Mrs Stoppable lays in bed watching TV, usable to sleep.  Her husband, working the graveyard shift for Middle Search and Rescue, won't be home until the wee hours of the morning.  Quickly losing interest in some infomercial droning on about the health benefits of a steam cooker, Mrs S decides to go downstairs and get a snack from the kitchen.  Walking down the hall, dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, she stops at the top of the stairs.  Below her, the light from the living room TV flickers without any sound.

Mrs S: (thinking, irritated) Oh, that boy had better not be down here playing video games at this time of night...or have THAT girl down there.

Fully prepared to scold Ron about being up so late, Mrs S creeps downstairs as silently as she can.  As she gets to the bottom of the stairs and reaches for the light switch, she stops...shocked and speechless.  A young, familiar looking couple having awkward looking sex plays on the TV with the sound muted.  Ron, wearing little but a pair of sock, is slumped down on the couch with his eyes closed, muttering to himself.

Having nearly caught him 'in the act' several times before, up until now she'd never noticed just how big the boy has gotten.  Her husband is adequate in the bedroom, but he's kind of a prude...one gets a little tired of the missionary position over and over again...and he's not nearly THAT big.  Mrs S looks on in fascination, watching as Ron strokes himself with both hands, oblivious to her presence.  Completely unaware that she'd slipped both hands into her robe some time ago, she makes slow, deliberate circles around her clitoris with one index finger, the other gently circling her nipple.  Mrs S trembles, letting out an almost inaudible, wavering exhale.

Mrs S: (thinking, staring up to the heavens) No.  I...  I can't.  I...  I shouldn't.  Shouldn't I?

As she looks back down, she suddenly panics, snatching her hands out of her robe.  One arm draped over the back of the couch and his other hand still grasping his manhood, Ron stares up at her, the corner of his mouth upturned in a knowing smiling.

Ron: Soooo, how long have you been standing there...doing that?

Ron twirls his finger, pointing at her now open bathrobe.  Blushing, Mrs S looks down and quickly pulls her robe shut.  Stumbling over her own words, trying to feign anger to disguise her embarrassment, Mrs S tries to go on the offensive.

Mrs S: R-Ronald Stoppable, do...?  Do you know what time it is?  Wh-why are you watching...?

Ron: Ohh, don't change the subject now.  I know 'angry mom' when I see it...and this ain't it.

Looking her in the eyes with a suggestive smile, Ron holds out his hand in an inviting manner.

Mrs S: Wh-what?  Nnn-n-no!  Ron, I...  We...  We can't!

Ron: I bet that's not what your were saying to yourself thirty seconds ago.

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