Meeting Samantha (mom/son)

Author's Note: With characters, I will try to put in the overall theme of their relationship, to give some heads up for the reader. Some characters will have more, some will have less, but the main basis of their relationship will be made apparent. I will add more to the character info as we flesh out the story and try to add in more touches later on. Unlike the other threads, there will be less focus on a game-like feel and more focus on the plot. As a heads up, relationships will be fleshed out deeply so please be advised if this ain't your thing.

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It was a few hours after you had gotten up and Pam had spent the time talking with you and Kerry and Saunders that the door to your room opened and you noticed a blonde woman walking in. From the few glances in the mirror posted by the side of your bed, you had managed to recognize some of the features on your face ad saw the direct resemblance on hers. She wasn't small but her height, at 5'5", was a bit of a contrast to Pam's 5'8".

Besides being a woman, though, that was where the similarities ended.

You watched as the woman paused for a moment to look at you and you got a good glance at her. She wasn't heavy-set but she was a bit on the thicker side of things, curvy would perhaps be the best way to describe her features. The first thing that attracted your attention was her breasts, large and jutting out proudly with just the slightest hint of a sag due to her age (your new mom was in her late 30s, from what you had been told). Blonde hair down to the middle of her back, kept as neatly as possible though perhaps not styled in any trendy way, though the attraction was enough to make her look more attractive as the MILF next door.

Did you mention boobs? Yes, she had them definitely. You had always been a tit-guy, Pam was nice overall but severely lacking when compared to Samantha.

"George!" She stepped over to your bedside and immediately bent over to wrap her arms around you, pressing her breasts against you, and you blinked in a bit of a haze as the smell of her perfume filled your nose. It wasn't strong or overbearing, not in the least, and you were glad that it was something else that she shared with Pam. You weren't high on perfume to begin with and, from the relaxing sensation going through your current body, neither was George. Still, you chose to focus on that more than the sensation of having this woman's chest smothering against yours.

"H-Hey...sorry about that."

She pulled back and spent a few moments fussing over you, alternating between checking your eyes and brushing your hair while gabbering and slightly stumbling over herself in apologizing for not being more attentive and watching you. Apparently, George had been complaining about headaches and dizziness for the past few days but Samantha had chalked that up to him working too hard and studying, just telling him to call in sick once in a while. She definitely had the mothering part down, that was for sure.

"I spoke with the doctors, they'll be letting you out later on today. I'll stop by the house and get you some clothes and be right back, okay?"

You smiled a bit and reached up, brushing the strand of hair that fell in front of her face, noticing the way her face flushed from the touch of your hand, but you chose to step over that. "Thanks, mom."

With that, she gave you a kiss on the cheek and then slipped back out of the room, leaving you to blink in a bit of shock. Moments later, Dr. Kerry stepped into the room and handed you the form. "You okay, Mr. Wright?"

A common refrain came to your lips and no more did you ever believe it before. "I suppose I have **** now, do I?"