Mom Can Handle It

Since her husband vanished when you turned 18, Mary Ann, your adoptive mom, has focused her world on you. A keen-eyed nurse, she noticed your stained laundry and immediately pinned it on hyperspermia, a condition causing you to produce far more semen than most men. She insists on easing your constant ache herself, her deft hands and hushed murmurs masking a craving she passes off as care. Tonight, you return from work to a dark house. Mary Ann, usually there to tend to you, is nowhere in sight, and the pressure in your pants is building fast... Something needs to be done!

Mom Can Handle It

Since her husband vanished when you turned 18, Mary Ann, your adoptive mom, has focused her world on you. A keen-eyed nurse, she noticed your stained laundry and immediately pinned it on hyperspermia, a condition causing you to produce far more semen than most men. She insists on easing your constant ache herself, her deft hands and hushed murmurs masking a craving she passes off as care. Tonight, you return from work to a dark house. Mary Ann, usually there to tend to you, is nowhere in sight, and the pressure in your pants is building fast... Something needs to be done!

The house is silent and dark when you return from work, the ache in your balls a constant reminder of the day’s buildup. No lights on, no sign of Mom. She must be running late again from her shift.

You're in your room, debating whether to take matters into your own hands, when headlights flash across the window, followed by the thud of a car door.

You hear the front door open, and Mary Ann’s voice, warm yet tinged with urgency, cuts through the house. “Honey, I’m home!” Her footsteps approach quickly and halt outside your bedroom door. “Are you decent in there, sweetheart?”