Taking Care of Mom I bit my lip as I stared across the kitchen table at Mom. Dinner had been… what I had expected dinner to be, really. Mom wasn't handling this well at all. Neither was I, of course. Dad dying was, you know, a pretty bad thing. But after two months, while it still hurt, still hurt a lot, I was starting to get past it. There were other things in my life that I could look forward to and do. And Mom just didn't seem to be interested in them, still taking time off from the college and still just sitting around the house all day, staring at the walls. I needed to do something for her, obviously. Because if I didn't, who would? The question of what I should do, though, that was really up in the air. I thought it over as I started to clean up from dinner, putting the leftovers away and slotting the dishes into the dishwasher. It had been takeout again and while I liked Chinese food, I also liked the meals that my mom had used to make. That was not the only reason I wanted her getting her head back into the game, but, well, it was a reason, I couldn't deny that. Then it came to me like a bolt from the blue. One of the things that had to be getting Mom down in the dumps was that she wasn't getting any sex. And I could fix that. I could fix it real easy. After all, I had a dick just like Dad had, even if my only experience with it had been some fun with Emma that had never gone all the way. Still, I knew it could make me feel good and, more importantly, it could make Mom feel really good. I nodded, smiling as I thought about the idea. Ireally liked it, it made perfect sense to me. The question was how I was supposed to seduce my mother. From the movies that I had seen, that always cut away once the seduction worked, rose petals would be important. But I didn't have the money for however much rose petals cost and I bet that Mom would ask questions about that if I did. Um… something that smelled nice was also a big part of it. Maybe… perfume? My experience with perfume was almost entirely watching Mom getting ready for a night out on the town with Dad, though. I frowned and glanced back at Mom, who was still sitting at the table, her head turned downwards to her lap. Or maybe I could just be myself and get Mom to love her that way. That sounded like something that would work a lot better than any of the other plans that were coming to me. I nodded, deciding that was probably the best approach that I could possibly take towards all of this. Once dinner was taken care of, Mom eventually moved to the living room. I heard the TV click on and play for a few minutes. Then it clicked off. Taking a deep breath and trying not to act half as nervous as I felt, I started out towards the living room, sitting down on the couch right next to my mom. Mom instantly wrapped an arm around my shoulders and tugged me in close, which was a pretty good sign. I leaned my head against Mom and closed my eyes, taking a small amount of enjoyment out of all of this. It wasn't much, not much at all. But for what it was, it was nice. "I love you, Mom," I said quietly, reaching down and squeezing her knee. "I love you too, Taylor," Mom said after a minute, her voice very quiet. "I mean," I took a deep breath, having run over a couple of different lines and ideas in my head that had come up, "I really love you. More than any other person in the world, I love you." Mom turned her head and looked down at me. I smiled up at her, trying to get her to understand that I really did mean this and that I wanted the best for her. She was my mother, after all, how could I want anything else, right? "Thank you, Taylor," Mom said, sounding like her mind might actually be engaging now instead of her tongue just running over the same old lines over and over again. "You're special to me, too." "And I want to show you that love," I said, not sure how to tell if a line was sweet or corny. "I really, really do." Mom gave me a funny look at that which, yeah, totally fair. I didn't let it dissuade me, though and just nodded again, squeezing down on her knee as I looked up at her. Mom really was an attractive woman, I thought. Maybe not as beautiful as Aunt Zoe or anything, but there wasn't anyone else in the world that I'd rather have as my mother. Nobody at all. "That's sweet, but you don't have to do anything," Mom said, sighing and closing her eyes. "I know already." I pouted. I wasn't going to let Mom sit down here on the couch for the rest of the evening before going up to bed and… I didn't know how much she slept at night, but she wouldn't come down until eight or so in the morning. There had to be a change, Mom had to start swimming up through the ocean of grief she was drowning in. I thought that was a nice metaphor and just wished I hadn't gotten it from a book. Pushing thoughts like that out of my head, I took a deep breath and swung myself around, ending up on Mom's lap. That got one of the strongest reactions I had seen from her in the past few weeks. Her eyes got wide and she stared at me, looking almost angry. Not letting myself start thinking about what I was doing or how it could all go wrong, I leaned forward and kissed Mom, pressing my lips against her mouth. She gasped as I did so, her entire body going rigid as our lips met. It wasn't the first kiss I had ever had, but there was something reallydifferent about doing it with Mom instead of Emma. I couldn't tell at first if it was nicer or not, but I certainly knew that it was different. "Taylor!" Mom said, almost managing to sound stern as our lips drew back apart. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm kissing you, Mom," I said as calmly as I could manage. "And I want to do more for you, because," I took a deep breath, "you've been so sad for so long and I just want to make you happy again, I want us to be a family again and," oh no, if I kept on talking like this, I was going to start crying. I blinked back the tears that were starting to form in my eyes and hugged Mom good and tight. "When I'm with you, everything's so much better, okay?" Mom sighed heavily and then she hugged me tightly. I sighed in turn and returned the hug. And went in for another kiss. Mom didn't resist nearly as much this time. And as we kissed, I could feel my dick starting to stir to life, rising up and pressing against Mom's belly. I swallowed, shivering. I had never gotten like this from Mom before. Emma, Aunt Zoe, some other girls, yes, I found them pretty interesting. But Mom, right now, like this, it was just… wow, it was really wow. Mom didn't seem to notice that I was getting hard against her and we just kept on kissing one another. I kept on enjoying it, too, way more than I thought that I would. Okay, if we were kissing like this, then the next step was to reach down and start touching Mom's breasts. That was what Emma and I had done and it had felt pretty good. I shivered and slid my hands down along her shoulders until I was at her chest. It wasn't a very large chest, but that was alright, because it still felt nice underneath my hands. "Taylor!" Mom said, her eyes going wide as she tried to lean back against the couch. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm helping you, Mom," I said stubbornly, not letting myself get dissuaded now. "You need help and to feel good again and I'm going to do it for you. Because I love you, Mom." "Taylor, this isn't right," Mom said, shaking her head as she stared at me. "Can't you see that?" "I don't care," I said, not letting up. "If it's wrong to try to cheer you up, then I don't want to be right. I want to have my mom back and for you to start living again." "Oh, Taylor," Mom said, her head shaking as she hugged me tight, so tightly that I couldn't even see her expression. "My poor baby girl." That was probably a good sign, right? At the very least, she wasn't scolding me for trying to make her feel good. Deciding that was probably as much as I was going to get right now, I lifted my hands and kept on touching her. I could still feel my rod getting pretty hard inside of my skirt and I shivered, wondering what it would feel like, exactly, if we went all the way with her. Pretty nice, I was willing to bet. For both of us, which was the important thing. When Mom's hug on me finally relaxed, I could breathe a lot easier than I could have before. I smiled at her and got a short kiss in return. That was a good sign, right, a sign that she was starting to enjoy this and that things were going to get better between the two of us. I sure hoped that it was, at least. I kissed Mom, shifting around on her lap and trying to figure out how we were going to do this. This was way different than being up in Emma's bedroom, after all. But Mom had to know all about this sort of thing, so if she would help me out, then it should all go smoothly, right? I ran my hands up and down along Mom's sides, feeling her tingle and twitch as I touched her. It was really nice and I liked this, a lot. I swallowed as I slid my hands up underneath her shirt and touched her bare skin. That was even better. There was something really erotic about Mom, that I struggled to put into words. I didn't know how best to describe this, any of this, but I liked it a whole lot. My dick was certainly very hard inside of my skirt as I kept on kissing Mom and touching her. Was she getting aroused as well? That was a lot harder to tell but I really, really hoped so. She made a sweet sound as I touched her and then, finally, her hands came up to rest on my shoulders. I looked up at her, seeing such a beautiful expression on her face as she looked down at me. I felt myself shiver from head to toe as her fingers squeezed down on me. Then we were kissing again. Mom seemed to be accepting this and that was a major weight off of my mind. And we were shifting around until I was laying on top of her and she was positioned on the couch. I swallowed as I stared down at her, feeling strange being on top like this. But I wasn't going to let myself get distracted now. Instead, I kissed her again, realizing that at some point, my hips had started to rock back and forth as I kept on doing all of this. I wasn't sure what to think about all of that and I quickly decided not to and instead just keep on touching her, doing what little I knew how to do in order to give her the satisfaction that I knew she needed. Feeling very brave and very exposed, I moved my hand down and pressed it against her crotch. Mom made a gasping sound, rocking back and forth as I did so. I swallowed and nodded, really liking the look on her face as I pressed down through her clothes. I couldn't actually feel all that much, just a vague sense of heat. But it was still enough to keep me really worked up and wanting some more. To both give Mom some more pleasure and to get the pleasure for my own. I couldn't tell which of those was more important for me, which was pretty shameful, since this was supposed to be all about Mom's pleasure, not my own. "Taylor," Mom said, her hands sliding up and down along my back, "I'll do this for you, with you, okay? But it's only going to be for this one time. We can't make a habit of it, understand?" "Yes, Mom," I said, nodding seriously. I completely and utterly understood that making out too much with Mom was going to lead to a lot of trouble if anyone found out about it. But nobody was here right now, so I was just going to have to make this night as good as a complete and utter virgin possibly could. On that note, I kissed her again, tugging at her clothes and trying to get them out of the way so that I could see her body. I wasn't a stranger to it, there had been times when we had changed together before going to the city pool and stuff, but still. I swallowed as I touched her, slowly seeing more and more of her. I really liked what I was seeing. My dick was so hard right now and I really hoped that I wasn't going to have an… accident inside of my panties before we actually started. This might all be for Mom but I still had my pride! Mom was wearing white panties and I was thrilled to see that there was a small wet spot on them. That was from me. I had caused her to get turned on and that meant- that meant a lot of things that I had trouble deciding on right now, but I didn't really care. I was just glad that it had happened and I nodded happily, knowing that this was a good sign for the future and that I was going to have to keep on doing my best to make sure that Mom felt as good as she possibly could. It was a bit cold in the house, so neither of us tried to get completely naked. But even so, I was really liking what I was seeing and I hoped that Mom was liking what she was seeing just as much as I was. I took a deep breath and looked her over again, before going in for a kiss. I knew how to do that and it was a major relief to just press my lips up against hers and hold her there. "Taylor," Mom said, grabbing onto my hips, rubbing at my bare skin where my skirt had been lifted and my panties lowered, "I want you." She smiled and stroked my cheek. "I want you so much, my darling. You're the best thing that I have left." I swallowed at that. That wasn't the best thing I could have heard but I wasn't going to let myself get drawn down by it. Instead, I nodded quickly and pressed a kiss against her lips again. Then I started pulling her panties down. Seeing my mom's bare pussy was a first for me. It looked kind of like Emma's, though she kept hers a lot more trimmed and neat than Mom did. I swallowed and kept on going. I couldn't let myself get distracted now! Instead, I gently spread Mom's legs apart and pressed my fingers against her lower lips. "Ah, that's a nice feeling, darling," Mom said, looking me dead in the eyes as she did so. "You're making me feel very nice." "I'm glad," I said, nodding seriously. "I'm going to keep on doing my best, too!" "I know you will, darling," Mom said, stroking my hair. "And I'll tell you what will make me feel good." That was another thing that I liked to hear and I nodded quickly, taking a deep breath before starting to rub my fingers back and forth against her folds. They were soft and I could feel the liquid dribbling out from between them and running down over my fingers. That made me blush and I fought down the urge to giggle as it happened. I kept on doing it, supporting myself with my other hand. My cock was so hard right now and I swallowed as I felt it pulsing between my legs. It hadn't even felt this needy when I had been with Emma. But Emma had also reached down and wrapped her hands around it and that had been… pretty fun, yeah, pretty fun. "Darling, come inside of me," Mom said, looking down at my crotch. "I don't want to see you getting all worked up like this. It can't be good for you." I blushed at the thought behind that and nodded. I had the best Mom in the world, didn't I? She deserved to feel better than she was feeling right now. So, taking a deep breath and feeling like I was setting off into uncharted waters, I placed the tip of my dick against her pussy and then slid on in. It was way different compared to what I had thought that it might be like. It was better, for one thing. A whole lot better. I swallowed hard, feeling like I was trying to get a whole apple down my throat in a single go. Mom was so tight and wet and hot around me and she was squeezing down like this and it was just, oh man, it was a lot to take in all at once. I knew, I knew that I had to have a pretty silly look on my face right now but there was nothing I could do about it as I found out for the very first time what it was like to be inside of a woman. And man, I liked it. I really, really liked it. I swallowed hard as I stared down at Mom. She was staring back at me. I couldn't figure out what the expression on her face meant right now but, well, how bad could it really be when she was feeling like this? I swallowed and then slowly started to move back and forth, sliding in and out of Mom and feeling really good as I did so. I shivered, telling myself that there were more important things going on right now than just making myself feel good. It was hard to remember that, really, but I managed to keep it fixed in the center of my mind and to keep on fucking Mom, doing my absolute best to make sure that she got to feel good for tonight. I knew that having sex with Mom wasn't going to be some kind of cure-all that would make her feel perfectly happy and content with herself, but if I just put a smile on Mom's face for tonight, then that would be enough for me. I nodded. That would be more than enough. "Taylor," Mom said in a choked voice as I slowly pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. "You're," she swallowed hard, "you're making me feel amazingright now." She smiled and squeezed down on my shoulder. "I've," she took a deep breath and sighed. "I've needed this. For quite a while now." "I'm glad you're liking this, Mom," I said with a smile. "You feeling good is what this is all about." Mom smiled at that. When was the last time I had seen her smile? Too long, it had been way too long. That just made the fire inside of me burn even hotter. I had to make sure that Mom felt wonderful from all of this, that she got to feel as perfect as she possibly could. Biting my lip, I kept on moving in and out of Mom's pussy, feeling how she was so tightaround me, squeezing down around my dick. This had to be stirring her up as well, right? There was no way she could have this sort of thing happen to her and not get worked up. Just to make sure, I stroked her breasts. They weren't that much different than mine and felt pretty nice as I touched them. I really liked the sound that Mom made as I touched them, as well. It made me feel nice and happy inside of myself as I played with them, using everything that I had learned from playing with myself. "Taylor, you can go harder," Mom said softly. "Trust me, you won't hurt me by going faster than this." "Are you sure?" I asked, looking down at Mom. She nodded and I took a deep breath. And then I started to go harder, thrusting back and forth, over and over again, feeling the wet pussy clenching down around me as I pumped in and out, over and over again. It certainly felt better for meand I knew that there was a big, dopey smile on my face as I pumped back and forth, feeling her tight, wet folds wrapping around me and letting me go so far and so deep inside of her. I hadn't known that sex could be this good, though it sure did make sense now why so many people had such a high opinion of it. I wondered if Emma and I could do this and have it feel as good. That was something to talk to Emma about later. Right now, I had Mom here with me and she had been feeling so bad for so long, I had to do everything I could to make her feel as good as I possibly could. So, taking a deep breath, I kept on doing my very best, using a whole three groping sessions with Emma as my guide as I kept on thrusting in and out of Mom. That, at least, was really easy to figure out, I knew exactly what I needed to do with this. Just in and out, back and forth, over and over again. My dick was feeling really good as I kept on doing this and I swallowed hard as I kept on fucking her, pumping in and out of her, over and over again. I smiled as I looked down at Mom, seeing the expression on her face. I could figure out what thisexpression was all about, at least. She was feeling good, she was liking this and I was making her feel like she was on top of the world. It was a real relief to be able to see that, to know that I was making the most important woman in my life (sorry, Emma) feel great. Would I be able to tell when she came? I had absolutely no clue about the answer to that. So I shrugged and decided that I'd just have to wait and see how Mom reacted when I finally gave her the level of pleasure that she should deserve to feel. Mom's nipples were really stiff now, especially whenever I ran my hands over them. My own nipples were also pretty stuff, but I wasn't paying as much attention to them. Instead, I was just so focused on Mom's body. And it was a really good body, too. I liked how she was responding to everything I did and I nodded along as I kept on stroking her skin and holding onto her. As I kept on fucking her, of course, that was a pretty important part of it all that I couldn't ignore. And didn't want to ignore, either. "Taylor," Mom said in a gasping tone as a shiver ran through her entire body, from head to toe. "I'm," she swallowed hard and stared up at me. "I'm going to cum. I can't believe it," she chuckled, shaking her head. "My daughter is going to make me cum." "Yes!" I said quickly, feeling a pulse of pleasure all through my body at that. "Please, Mom, cum, I want you to cum." My cheeks were burning with how lewd I was being, but I didn't care, because I was saying the truth. "Cum as hard as you can." Mom smiled at that and I smiled back. Then she gasped, a shiver running through her entire body. That felt really nice for me and I wasn't just talking about the warmth in my chest. I swallowed hard as I looked down at her and then I kept on going, rocking back and forth as I stared down at her. I felt my shaft twitch inside of her and I groaned. Then I realized that this was a female orgasm. It was pretty different compared to Emma's. A lot more… thorough, maybe. I swallowed as I watched it all happen, Mom shivering and gasping as she rocked back and forth, her entire body shaking really strongly. All of a sudden, the penny dropped and I realized what those sounds I had heard from Mom and Dad's bedroom had been. 'Adult wrestling' indeed! Any resentment I felt over being lied to was quickly drowned out by the feeling of Mom cumming around my cock. It was just- I really, really liked seeing how happy Mom was feeling right now. And my dick liked it a lot, too. Liked it a lot. Like, wow, this was really tight around me and I had to take some deep breaths as I felt the pressure all around my rod. I fought for breath, my shoulders trembling as I felt Mom's folds squeezing down around me, making me feel so amazing. I shook my head back and forth, not quite believing just how good this all was. "Taylor," Mom moaned, a blissful smile stretching from ear to ear as she looked up at me. "Oh, my darling Taylor." She reached up and took the sides of my face in both of her hands. I blushed and smiled in turn. "You're so cute and sweet, darling. I love you so much." "I, I love you too, Mom," I said with a blush, meaning everything that I was saying. "You're the best." Mom smiled at that and then drew me down into a kiss. I was really happy to kiss her back and I felt like my heart was going a mile a minute inside of my chest as our lips pressed together. I moaned into her mouth and then I felt her tongue sliding between my lips. I was quite happy to let that happen and I just kept on feeling so good as we held onto each other. And as I kept on fucking her, bringing my hips down and driving my cock inside of her, over and over again. That was really good and I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to be able to last, not with how fun this all was. Well, did it matter just how long I might manage to go for, when this was all about making Mom feel good? And when she had felt good? I didn't think so. Even after her orgasm, Mom was still really tight around me, her inner walls squeezing down around me, making me feel absolutely amazing as she kept on letting me go so far and so deep inside of her. Was that repetitive? Oh, who cared? The important thing was that I was feeling good and it was pretty clear that even after her orgasm, Mom was still feeling pretty good as well. So I just kept on going and going and going, panting as I felt the inner walls clenching down around my cock, making me feel good without actually slowing me down. I smiled and kept on pumping in and out of her, going as fast as I could bring myself to go. "Mom," I moaned, feeling the hot, needy pleasure in my dick, "I'm, I'm not going to be able to last for much longer." "That's alright, darling," Mom said, patting me on the cheek. "It's completely alright. Just… do what you need to do." There was a blush on Mom's cheeks and I was sure that there was a pretty big blush on mine as well. I couldn't really help that, though, I was just loving all of this too much. I panted and tried to kiss her, but missed and got her cheek instead. She laughed at that, which helped with what I was feeling. And then I kept on going, over and over, feeling how deep her pussy was opening up around me and letting me slide inside of her. I could feel my entire body trembling as I worked towards the best orgasm of my life. I bit my lip and moaned, panting and knowing that I wouldn't possibly be able to last for much longer. I was getting so very, very close now and it was going to be a matter of seconds. And sure enough, as I lifted my head up to look down at Mom, that did the trick. I squeaked, my entire body tensing up as I took in how pretty she was. How absolutely amazing and lovely she was and she was my mom and I was fucking her and it was all just too much for me. With a moan, I held myself inside of her and started to cum. It was a great feeling, way, way better than masturbating. Like, a million times better at the very least. I panted, my heart pounding in my chest and my lungs burning with the need for air as I stared down at Mom. The pleasure running through me was amazing. And that was nothing compared to what my dick was feeling like. It was like it was melting, there was so much cum shooting so deep inside of Mom. I smiled as I stared down at Mom, taking it all in, loving every single second of this orgasm. It was the best thing in the world and I didn't see how it could possibly ever get any better than this. "Oh my god," Mom moaned, shivering from head to toe. "That is a lot of cum, Taylor." She laughed and looked up at me. "You were really backed up, weren't you?" I blushed and couldn't think of anything to do but nod. It was true, after all! And even now that the orgasm had stopped inside of me, I was still feeling amazing. Better than words could say. I lowered myself down and hugged Mom as tightly as I possibly could, holding onto her tightly as I sighed in happiness. This was what sex was like? I was all in favor of it, then. "I love you, Mom," I said, giving her a tight hug and holding onto her tightly. "I love you so much." "I love you too, darling," Mom said, giving me an even tighter hug and a kiss. "You're… the most important person in the world to me." Part of me wanted to ask if that had been the case before Dad died. The rest of my mind jumped up and down really hard on that part, squashing it as flat as a bug. Instead, I just held onto her and sighed, feeling so nice and content and peaceful right now. This was as good as things could get and I didn't want anything that could possibly ruin it. "Though, my, you sure did fill me up," Mom said after a minute, putting a hand on my shoulder and pushing me upwards. "Just what all did you do to me, hm?" I leaned backward and looked down at what I had done to Mom. And, well, wow, that was quite the sight. There was a lot of semen running out of Mom's pussy, going down her skin in a white wave and it was all, it was all because of me. Every drop of cum on Mom's skin had happened because of me, because she had let me fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. That thought made me shiver and blush. Also, kind of made me want to do it all over again. Though, argh, not right now. Okay, the couch was not built for people fucking on top of it. My leg had gone to sleep and now it was like pins and needles were getting driven into it. Wow. Ow. "What an evening," Mom said, with a small, sad smile on her face. "I remember-" she shook her head. "Never mind." She took a deep breath and looked up at me. "You're a good girl, Taylor. Thank you for doing this with me." "Not a problem, Mom!" I said quickly, meaning every single word. The kiss we shared this time was different from before but I still liked it a lot. I sighed happily as I kissed her, feeling like life was getting back on track, the way that things should be. Was that disloyal to Dad? I didn't think it was. He would want us to be happy, right? He always had back before- the accident. No, no, not the time to be thinking about this sort of thing. We were supposed to be feeling good, heck, my body was still feeling pretty good. Taking a deep breath, I focused again on Mom, looking down at her and just really loving everything that I was seeing. Mom was so nice and pretty and wonderful to look at. Especially with my semen dribbling out of her. That was not something that I had ever thought of before, but it was true. Looking at Mom like this, with, you know, all of this, it was… pretty interesting. Really interesting. Yeah, that was a good way to describe all of this. I knew that I was going to be thinking of Mom looking like this a lot more often from now on. And was she going to think of me in a sexual way? I hoped so. Because even if Mom was feeling better, there was no reason to stop this kind of thing, right? I sure hoped not. "Something on your mind, Taylor?" Mom asked, pushing herself up to lean against the arm of the couch. "Just… I love you, Mom," I said, leaning over and giving her an one-armed hug. "I really, really love you." "Thank you, Taylor," Mom said, planting a kiss on my cheek. "I love you too." She sighed. "I've always loved you, even if the past few months have been…" she wiggled her hand. "I know, Mom, I know," I said, understanding everything that she was trying to say. "And I-," what more did I want to say right now? I didn't know. I just wanted Mom to know how much I loved her. "You're the best, Mom." Mom smiled and hugged me again. I leaned against her side and closed my eyes, smiling happily. This was about as good as things could get, wasn't it? Though maybe, just maybe… *** The sun was shining in my eyes, my belly was rumbling and it was time for me to get up and actually do all of the wonderful things I had been dreaming of. I was lured down to the kitchen by some wonderful smells. And the sight waiting for me when I got there was even better. Mom was standing at the stove, making some eggs. And she was naked, except for the apron she was wearing. I took a good, long look at what I was seeing and I really liked it. My eyes kept on moving up and down along her body, taking it all in and enjoying every single second of it. I had woken up with a hard-on and this wasn't doing anything to make me less aroused. Mom glanced over her shoulder as I walked towards her. I smiled at her and then took her in a hug from behind, sliding my hands underneath her apron and touching her bare skin. One hand went up to her breasts and the other went down to her belly, stroking the large bulge there. Part of me still couldn't believe that I had managed to do this. Me, knocking up my mom. It was nuts! But, well, a pregnant belly was the kind of thing that it was hard to deny and I certainly couldn't deny that Mom and I had had plenty of sex. Over and over again, for a bunch of different nights. I smiled as I remembered all of those wonderful times and the things we had done. And the places we had done them in! I liked them all and I loved Mom, so I was ready for this. I sure hoped that I was ready for this, at least. "Good morning, Taylor," Mom said, snapping me out of my daydreams. I blinked quickly and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Good to finally see you." "Hi, Mom," I said, smiling as I closed my eyes and hugged her. It was just so nice to touch her like this, to feel my mother against me, to know that she loved me and that I loved her. It was… it made me feel so nice and warm inside, like I was taking a hot bath underneath my skin. But it was pleasant. So that meant- screw it, I was feeling nice as I hugged Mom, I didn't need to think this over any more. "The food smells wonderful." "And there's plenty of it," Mom said, waving at a small stack of bread slices waiting to be toasted. "I'm eating for two, after all." "I'll eat for two as well," I said with a giggle, kissing her again before starting to help out. It was a good thing that getting jam and milk and stuff out of the fridge didn't require me to watch what I was doing, because that way I could watch Mom instead. Which was always a good use of my time, because Mom was just so pretty. Over the past few months, I had learned to appreciate just how sexy and cute and beautiful Mom really was. There was so much about her that I liked to see and to touch and to kiss. She was the prettiest woman in the world for me and I could never help but get aroused whenever I thought about her. Like right now, I was getting hard as I stared at her, seeing her sexy, sexy body in just the apron, with the bulge of her pregnant stomach underneath it. I licked my lips, wondering if we were going to have time to really have some fun today, the kind of fun that would take us from the bedroom to the living room before ending up in the shower. I closed my eyes and smiled at that thought, really, really liking it as I considered it. "I can tell when you're looking at me, darling," Mom said with a chuckle. "I don't mind, though." "Oh, uh, good," I said with a blush as I kept on staring. "That's good." I stared at her some more and sighed some more. I was hungry but there was another part of me that just wanted to lean Mom over the counter and start fucking her, really pounding her good and fast and deep and hard and making her gasp and moan and get so tight and wet around me. "I love you, Mom." "In a strictly platonic way, the way a daughter should love her mother, I'm sure," Mom said with a laugh. I had to laugh at that too, because that was such a huge lie. Mom didn't always have the energy to have sex with me, though her pregnant hormones sure did give her some extra juice. But even if it had been too long of a day at the college, she was at least willing to sit on her bed or the couch in just her underwear or even less and let me masturbate to her body. She seemed to like that, actually. So did I, of course, for some pretty obvious reasons. With the table set, I went back over to Mom. Her hand came down and grabbed my crotch through my pajamas. I moaned, feeling my hips buck back and forth a bit at that. I shivered and grinned, reallyliking the feel of Mom's hand on my dick. Though there were parts of her body that could make me feel a lot better, of course. Her mouth, I had no idea how good blowjobs could be until Mom gave me my first one. Her pussy, that was amazing as well, as shown by the swelling of her belly. Okay, I was really getting worked up here. I swallowed as I kept on staring at Mom, seeing how pretty and beautiful she was and knowing that underneath that wonderful outer layer, she just got even better, being my perfect mother who loved me and taught me and did fun things with me. I felt like my heart was coming apart at the seams from how much I loved her. I hugged her again, squeezing down as tightly as I could around her upper body. Mom laughed at that and patted my hand, leaning her head back against my shoulder. "Feeling clingy today, Taylor?" Mom said with a smile in her voice. "I like that." "I just love you so much, Mom," I said, meaning every single word and trying to get Mom to understand that I loved her just as much. "You're the best." "I could say the same thing about you, Taylor," Mom said, a smile clear in her voice. "Every day's special with you around." I felt my cheeks heating up a lot at that and muttered something, completely lost or any further words. I just nodded and pressed myself up even more firmly against Mom's back, holding onto her tightly and breathing in and out. This was still reallynice and I just wanted to stay here like this for a long while. No, wait, I wanted to have sex with Mom and feel her body pushing against mine. Or did I want to curl up with her and watch a movie? Argh, there were just so many different ideas about what I wanted to do with Mom and even if there was enough time in the day to do them all, I also wanted to do them all now, without any waiting around. I shook my head, trying to decide what I was going to do. Mom helped me with that by stroking my cock. I shivered in excitement as I felt that, her hand gliding up and down along my shaft. It wasn't easy to do that with my dick still inside of my pants, but at least they were loose enough for her hand to slide in and give me a good, satisfying squeeze. I swallowed hard as she touched me, really liking what I was feeling. I swallowed hard and pushed my head forward, past her shoulder, to get a look at her face. Mom was just so pretty and sweet. I swallowed as she looked at me and then I kissed her. That was really nice and I pressed myself up against her as tightly as I could while still leaving room for her to stroke and squeeze my dick. I swallowed hard, feeling my shaft twitching against her hand. If Mom was doing this for me, then I had to do something for her as well. I let my hands slide over her bare skin, the apron not really getting in the way as I touched her. Mom shivered and made a sighing sound as I touched her and I grinned. Making Mom feel nice felt nice. It was a great way for the two of us to join together and be completely happy with one another. "If we get too into this, the eggs will burn," Mom pointed out, lust coloring her voice as she spoke. "And then what?" "Ugh, I know," I said with a pout, even though eggs and toast and yogurt for breakfast sounded reallynice. "But maybe afterwards?" "Maybe," Mom said with a chuckle, planting a kiss on my hand. "Now, the eggs are almost done, so go sit down and I'll bring them over." It was a struggle to separate from Mom but I eventually did so and sat down at the table. A grumble from my stomach told me that I was making the right choice here. And getting some distance to properly take in all of Mom as she stood there in just her apron wasn't really a bad choice, was it? And the food was good and filling. It was nice to sit at the kitchen table and have a meal with Mom. It would have been better if Dad was here, because I missed him and loved him and trading him for having sex with Mom was not an upgrade. But, still, almost a year after he had died, I could look at Mom and love her for what she and I did together without worrying about… everything else. As breakfast wound down, I looked at Mom again, wondering if I had the time to have some fun with her. There were a lot of ways that we could have fun together and I sure did like every single one of them. And I had the feeling that Mom still knew a whole lot more that the two of us could do together than we already had. "I know that look, Taylor," Mom said with a smile as she sat across the table from me. "And the answer is later." She smirked. "After all, what if I want to come home to see my beautiful daughter," it was nice of her to lie like that but she didn't have to, "standing in the kitchen, making dinner in nothing but an apron?" "I…" I was at a loss for words as I tried to picture that and felt a huge blush creeping across my face. I swallowed hard and nodded quickly, trying to think of something I could make that would be easy and effortless to whip together. Takeout, obviously, but that was not going to fly, either with Mom or my own pride. "I might be able to manage something like that." "I'm sure you can," Mom said, in between bites of egg on toast. "And what kind of award should I give to a girl who works so hard and makes her mother so happy?" I blushed again at that thought, a bunch of different ideas coming to mind. And my dick was still hard. Really, really hard. Man, I was going to need to masturbate before the morning was over, wasn't I? Luckily, that would still give me plenty of fuel for whatever this evening might bring. I looked at Mom and realized something. It wasn't the first time that thought had come to me, but every time it did, I kept on getting knocked to the floor by it. I had the most wonderful mother in the world. And I had to do my best to give her the most wonderful daughter, as well.