You and your friends have decided to have your own Oscars this year. Only its not for movies...its for moms. Your own moms. All of you have been working on it for months, doing your "research" to assign the accolades to the most deserving mothers. Did that involve hidden cameras? Yes. Did it also involve having to admit to one another that your own mothers were sometimes the most deserving--the sexiest dressers, the best tits...? Yes, it did. But you've admitted that to yourself for a long time. Your mother is the biggest source of your personal spank bank, and has been for some time. You know your friends agree, so you weren't too surprised to see her win "Sexiest Dresser," and tie for "Best Pussy." That one took a lot of research to figure out! What you were surprised by was when your mother confronted you after finding the list under your bed. You really should have been more careful...but she really doesn't seem that mad! And she comes to talk to you about it wearing a particularly sexy outfit...you don't think she minds the win in that category at all. Hearing her ask you these questions, about sex and wanting to fuck moms, admitting she did her own research, reading stories, essays, watching porn to better understand this "trend" of mom stuff, plus the low cut shirt and the tight skirt, the thigh highs...well, you have a huge hard on. Of course, she notices. You think maybe the brushes against it, the rubbing your thigh is innocent, but before long she's starting to move her hand closer and closer to your throbbing cock, asking you to tell her more about what you boys voted on. What you think about her. God, you can't believe this is happening...you've told her everything, so what's the point in even trying to conceal your burning desire for her? Plus, there's something in her eye, something in her voice when she tries to act all offended after you ask to see her pussy, here in person...there's something there that tells you she wants it.