Sweet enough to give someone cavities. (WhiteFeather Style)

As Monica popped into her room to put on something more appropriate for breakfast than her birthday suit, Adam went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast. Of course, she had very little cooking knowledge, but they had ready-make pancake batter in the fridge, and that stuff was pretty much fool-proof. Sure, freshly made would be nicer, but it was the thought that counted, right? Still she better read through the instruction just to make sure she didn’t mess up.

When her mother came down into the kitchen wearing a flowing dress that hid her massive meat pretty well, she found her son - or was it daughter now? - at the stove, happily humming a tune and frying up a pancake, a small stack already sitting on a plate beside her. Her heart melted; Adam had usually used every excuse in the book to get out of helping in the kitchen, and now he was preparing breakfast by himself! Monica went over to him, a little giddy with happiness, and hugged Adam from behind, her crotch pressing into his soft butt, and went to plant a little peck on his cheek. But Adam had expected that, turned his head and turned it into a full-blown kiss. They savored each other's taste for a good while until the smell of burning pancake rudely interrupted them.

Frantically, Adam broke of the kiss and tried to save what he could, but it was too late. Cursing, she threw out the charred piece of batter and looked at his mom ruefully.

“You could have come a bit later, now we’ve got uneven number of pancakes.”

Laughter came from Monica as she hugged her daughter once more, “It’ll be fine, you can take the extra one.” though that suggestion got her poked on the nose, causing quite the confusion for Monica.

“Nope, it’s yours. You have done the most of the moving lately.” a chaste kiss on the lips followed as Adam released himself from her mother’s arms and picked up the plate of pancakes and placed it on the table along with other items that Monica missed when she first came down.

“Adam, you really don’t have to, you made all of this.” getting shake of the head and Adam twirled around to face Monica, “I’m sure it was a great amount of tro-” a finger was placed on her lips.

The owner of the finger smiled “Mom, I just peeled some fruit and then cut them into pieces, and I know it wasn’t much since you said so yourself when you gave 8 year old me fruit cutting punishment.”

Both women looked sturdy in their resolve before Monica finally broke with a sigh and nodded getting a larger smile in return before the winner of the match walked a skip in her step to her seat.

Monica finally noticed with how the plates were set up, that the two of them were sitting at the same side. Plus that beyond the fruit there were a few other things there for them to eat, which made her stomach growl in anticipation for the large breakfast as she got into her seat.

“Say ahhh.” Monica blinked and looked to Adam and saw she was holding out a fork with pancake rolled up with banana piece, a small blueberry and jam held between it. Adam’s face looked full of joyful expectation, which made Monica crack and did as her daughter requested. Eating it was quite great, but the look of wifely bliss on Adam’s face made Monica’s dick twitch with her mind taking a snapshot of that look for her to never forget.

“It’s good.”

The two talked and ate with an odd feeling of love that Monica hadn’t felt since her honeymoon, and she felt stressless for the first time in years. The two of them finished all but a small bit of Monica’s blueberry yogurt, Monica was just looking at Adam instead of eating the last bit.

Seeing that Adam laughed, making Monica quirk a brow before both went up high as her lap got sat on by Adam, “Mom, I’d like to talk to you about something.” it was to concentrate on that simple sentence because of Adam’s scent and warmth, plus her finger rubbing over Monica’s collarbone.

Then Monica tried to start a sentence but couldn’t get anything out beyond the ‘w’ of the “what” that she wanted to begin with, this continued for a few moment before Adam laughed out loud and placed her head against Monica’s and continued to laugh at her expense.

“It’s not funny.” was finally what Monica could get out when she got out of her stupor.

“You sounded like a teenage boy trying to talk to girl for the first time ever.” getting a pout back, Adam kissed Monica with a small giggle still letting out. “Now, as I was saying before, I think I should change my name. Adam really doesn't fit these," she said, grabbing her tits and jiggling them a little, "What do you think about…” Adam laughed at Monica looking annoyed at her for not finishing in one go, so she got close to Monica’s ear and whispered, “Addie.”

Seeing the shiver go down Monica was entertaining for Adam before taking small of yogurt into her mouth and them kissing Monica deeply and pushing with her tongue everything into the other’s mouth. “You should really finish everything, Mo-ni-ca~”

“You’ll destroy all the bathrobes if you keep this up.” was Monica’s response as her dick quivered in excitement, but fatigue refused to keep it anything but semi-erect. “I think we need to get you a new wardrobe.”

"Oooh, can we really?" Addie squealed, but then her face fell, "I don't have that much money, though."

While she had never had much interest in clothing as Adam, Addie was excited to dress up in cute or sexy clothing to tease her mom and make her dick throb, quiver and erupt.

"Don't-- oop! Don't worry, I'll pay. We have more than enough saved up," her mother answered, softly whooping in surprise at the sudden, but not unwelcome raising of her penis to touch Addie’s leg due the thought of Addie in some nice wear.She continued: "I'll lend you one of my dresses so you have something to wear. It might not look very good, but you can't go out like that."

As it turned out, not only did it look amazing on Addie, it bordered on 'You can't go out like that' as well: She was unable to close the the buttons of the dress, so her outrageous cleavage was on full display, but her huge bust had another effect. It made the dress ride up from the knees to Addie's mid-thigh, her shapely legs almost fully visible. The view made Monica swallow hard. How could her own son-- no, her own daughter be that sexy? This was wrong, but even if it was, she didn't want to be right. Not with Addie's incredible body right in front of her.

"You know what? The pills were probably the best that ever happened to me," Addie exclaimed, twirling in front of her mother's full-length mirror, "I could probably wear a potato sack and still look incredible!"

"Definitely. I'm kind of jealous, sweetie," Monica answered, "But wait, what was that about--mmmffh!"

Addie shut her up with a deep kiss and said after breaking it off: "I'll tell you when we get home. Now, I wanna go shopping!"