Of course I give my mother a kiss. I'm her son, aren't I?

You turn, expecting to get a kiss on the cheek, but instead, she gives you a kiss...

ON THE LIPS.

This was the first time you had kissed her on the lips! WHAT THE FUCK? She holds the kiss for about five seconds, sighing softly, before FINALLY letting you go.

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

But you can't deny it was nice. It would have been nicer if it hadn't freaked you out so much. So are you and your Mom kissing on the lips now? Should you prepare yourself for more kisses on the lips? And how do you feel about that? It's a lot more intimate, that's for sure. But is that what you want? To get more intimate WITH YOUR MOTHER??

Not sure what to do, you slump into the kitchen chair while Mom hums happily, pouring a small glass of milk and placing a plate with a hot, freshly baked Tollhouse, chocolate-chip cookie in front of you, right next to a big pile of bras and lingerie.

"I baked them just for you," she says, stroking your back.

"Thank you, Mom," you say.

You look over and realize that she's standing uncomfortably close to you. She's wearing a satiny cream blouse which is unbuttoned down the front, exposing a light colored teal-green lacy bra which is deliciously cupping a pair of soft, ample bosoms.

Your Mom has always been a MILF. All of your friends think so. They're constantly teasing you and making jokes about how they would love to be trapped with her in intimate positions.

"What would you do during a Zombie apocalypse?" Sean asks.

"Run over to Paul's house to see if his Mom's okay," Jacob says, "and if she needs some comforting."

"What if she's a Zombie?"

"I'd let her bite me, it'd be worth it. Hey, do zombies have sex? Imagine sex with all those body parts falling off? What if you were having zombie coitus and your cock fell off? And it continued to wriggle inside her?"

_"There are no muscles inside your cock, you doofus," says Sean, rolling his eyes. If you're cock fell _off in Paul's Mom's MILF cunt, it would stick in there doing nothing."

"Cut it out, guys," Mark says. (You can always count on Mark to stick up for you.) "You're DISGUSTING. That's Paul's fucking MOTHER you're talking about."

"Yeah, and what a fucking hot single, milky MILF mom she is," says Jacob, licking his lips.

Your Mom turns to aim her cleavage right at you and pulls you into a light hug, her breasts just fractions of an inch away from your face. You can't help but follow her finger as it strokes across the inner curve of her sumptuous bosom (she's only 43 after all, still very much in her prime). You can smell her body powder, female smells and perfume.

Mom is wearing perfume now? For Dave, your stepdad?

Oh god, you are so hard right now.

"How did you do on your exams?" Mom asks, releasing you and sitting down. She reaches over to the pile of laundry on the table and starts to fold it.

"So, so," you admit. Glad for a distraction, you talk about how college was more difficult than you expected, but you're hoping to do better next year.

"Whatever path your life takes," Mom says. "College is not for everyone. Many people lead long, happy lives without college degrees."

"I know. I just want you to be proud of me."

"I will always be proud of you," Mom says, grasping your hand. "No matter what. Always remember that, Paul."

"I know, Mom."