"Okay, mom, I guess I could crash on the couch"
Mom leaned in for another hug, her soft, heavy breasts pressing up against me.
This is so unfair, why does she have to be my mom?
Mom leaned in for another hug, her soft, heavy breasts pressing up against me.
This is so unfair, why does she have to be my mom?
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My skin tingled at the surprise of it. God I wish it was longer.
"Come on baby, have a little to drink, have some fun" she insisted while handing me a bottle of wine that was on an end table.
"You haven't had any, though" she retorted.
"Get wasted with mommy, honey" she giggled
I opened it and poured myself a glass. Mom gave me a big smile as she fell back onto the couch.
"That's more like it!"
I sat next to her, hoping maybe the alcohol might untangle the knot in my stomach.
"I bet in a different life we must have been lovers" she blurted out as if that wasn't an insane thing to say
I honestly didn't know what to say to that
She read my profile?
"You're not too old mom" I said, not really thinking about how that came out
Mom didn't say anything to that, she just snuggled into me harder.