She scoffs

"Maybe I was when I was 16 when I found you, but these last years have stripped away a lot of what I used to flaunt" she says, pinching at her love handles and seemingly weighing a slightly sagging boob, before she realizes what she is doing, what she *has been* doing, and shrinks into herself, drawing her legs to her chest and covering what she can. She opens her mouth, probably to tell you to leave.

You don't let her speak, though. You can't just let that slide.

"Are you shitting me? You've never been this wrong about something, and I have the erection to prove it. You're Venus incarnate, mom.

You're gesturing wildly.

You're the mature MILF everyone dreams about but never has, *You* are a saint that saved me from abandonment, brought me life and opportunity through purely your own hard work and I've never met *anyone* I loved as much as you.

There's nothing about you that isn't perfect and if anyone says otherwise they're either blind or an idiot, no matter what you think.

Your short rant ends, and she looks almost struck.

Oh.

She's crying.

She's covering her mouth with the hand she was just using to try and cover her breasts and hot tears are streaming down her face

Ah shit, you've done it now. You hate seeing her like this. You *vowed* never to make her look like this again, to make sure she never had to shed a single tear because of you and look what you just did.

You can't let this go on.

"Mom, mom I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry" you hop into the shower, clothes and all. "Please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Your mother is slowly climbing to her feet and when she stands up you grab her face in your hands, wiping away the tears even as your back gets soaked from the showerhead

She hugs you, pressing your erection down against your leg and giving you a tight squeeze around your waist, buring her head in the crook of your neck.

What can you do but hug her back? Your arms move before you can even think and wrap tightly around her waist. You feel her stiff nipples poke into your torso.

She mumbles something.

"What was that?"

She lifts her head. "You really mean all of that? Every word?"

"Every word. I'm sorry if it made you sad to hear that I don't look at you just as a mother, but as a woman as well. I can't lie to you and say not a day goes by where I don't think about pleasing you, paying back a fraction of what I owe you with a screaming orgasm every day from my tongue, or marrying you and taking care of you for the rest of our lives, keeping you all to myself.

I love you, mom. And I'll never stop."