Give in.

No matter how curious you were, you don't think you'd ever really want to see what's about to happen. Giving into the ****, you let everything, simply, fade to black.

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Turning over, you find yourself looking at your mother, as she bends over your desk, cleaning it.

She is dressed up in her dress suit, ready for work, her large behind pointing right at you, as it strains her skirt, and her long legs were covered by her tights.

Having not noticed you were awake, she continues cleaning, her massive melons swaying, even while held by her bra.

Images of her on the worktop popped into your head, as she began to stretch, pressing her lush bosom against her shirt, the clear outline of her bra showing through it.

Sitting up, you let her know you're awake.

"Making messes, again?" She asks, sticking her thumb out towards the desk.

You nod, unsure if she was hinting at earlier or not.

"Well, I cleaned it up." She says, preparing to leave, "Breakfast's on the table, by the way."