Nate couldn't resist giving himself a little release, his first as... was it his first? He didn't know, and didn't care anymore. He just knew that the fragrant swamp between his legs needed some attention before he lost his mind. He moved his legs this way and that to get different leverages, finding his new memories filling out a rough map of his most intimate parts, pinching his clit and tentatively rubbing his heavy labia until his body overloaded and he flopped, insensate, on his bed, dopamine still dully flowing through his system.
He came to after a bit and found himself sitting in wet sheets and groggily dug for his phone and unlocked it. 30 minutes had passed, so he'd probably fallen asleep. And as his brain slowly turned on he realized that he smelled strongly of sex, smelling sickly sweet.
Nate sat up, a bit embarrassed, and a sudden breeze made his body stiffen. He must've cast off his pants somewhere in his hurry to get off, and his pussy was bare to the world, a small patch of unkempt pubic hair his only protection.
“You’re awake.” a female voice made him yelp in shock and scramble to pull his sheets around him in his frantic instinct to hide his shame, a shame which deepened to an even greater degree when he saw it was his mom standing there beside his bed, arms crossed over her chest as she watched him.
“Mom! What the hell!” he stammered trying to make it about her and not him.
“Don’t you talk like that to me. I called for you, came looking when you didn’t answer and found you looking like a little boyslut.” his mother said curtly.
“Well what did you need?” he asked avoiding eye contact.
“I was wondering what you and your sister thought you wanted for dinner but now I’m going to need you to spread your legs so I can check your innocence?”
“What?!”
“Don’t you “what” me, Mister, its not like its the first or last time. Now spread.” she said and after moving to the end of his bed she grabbed him by his ankles and pulled him squirming into position.
“This is so embarrassing!” he sulked as his brain filled in the details for him.
“Would you prefer a chastity belt?” she asked and he shut up. Chastity belts were the blackest of social black marks for young men.
In a methodical medical manner his mother spread his skinny legs and then reached down and delicately peeled his labia apart with two fingers on one hand. With her other hand she very softly probed inside until a spongy wall halted her progress.
“Good boy.” she said withdrawing her finger and wiping it on his sheets.
“Mom, do you have to do that?” he mumbled blushing deeply,”You never check Daria.”
“Daria spent her cherry on a wet dream, you know this.” she said,”And thats all the more reason to check you with her around. Now take a damn shower and put on some fresh clothes, it smells like a whorehouse in here.”
Then she left.
What a strange new world.