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An alarm is going off behind, as your eyes open, you rotate your body to reach for it, feeling your breasts stretch and swing. It's your phone, an alarm for 9 AM was set, you turn it off, and you want to go back to bed, but some force in your stomach makes you want to climb up, throwing the blanket aside.
You begin to stretch your body, feeling you soft flesh going in every direction, you bring your soft manicured finger to your lower lip, as a sense of guilt sits in you, as you think out loud questioning, "I'm glad my son let me spend the night, but I should probably repay the favor". Something Inside makes you think of different solutions to this question, until naturally you decide to cook breakfast, clapping your hands together close to your face, you go the kitchen
While in the kitchen you see a flashback of a memory you never experienced of this body burning itself, and so you do what you would never do and slip an apron on, its soft fabric rubbing against your nipples. Naturally you possess a drive to cook it right, so you attempt to tie your hair back, failing at first until you recall the memories of how to do so.
You cook eggs, sausage and make a salad, using your access to the memories to get it done perfectly, and as you set the table finished with it, a rush of serotonin fills your body, as you begin to eat your share. You hear a noise from your room as you figures your so-MOM must have just woke up.
You begin to stretch your body, feeling you soft flesh going in every direction, you bring your soft manicured finger to your lower lip, as a sense of guilt sits in you, as you think out loud questioning, "I'm glad my son let me spend the night, but I should probably repay the favor". Something Inside makes you think of different solutions to this question, until naturally you decide to cook breakfast, clapping your hands together close to your face, you go the kitchen
While in the kitchen you see a flashback of a memory you never experienced of this body burning itself, and so you do what you would never do and slip an apron on, its soft fabric rubbing against your nipples. Naturally you possess a drive to cook it right, so you attempt to tie your hair back, failing at first until you recall the memories of how to do so.
You cook eggs, sausage and make a salad, using your access to the memories to get it done perfectly, and as you set the table finished with it, a rush of serotonin fills your body, as you begin to eat your share. You hear a noise from your room as you figures your so-MOM must have just woke up.
What happens when they wakes up?