Your Pleasure Above All

You open your eyes looking around to see where you were. Ah.

"That's right...", you murmur to yourself, you recall a high-speed velocity baseball that flew at your face while you were walking to class and that was the last thing you remembered. You assume that it likely knocked you out, which is the reason why you are at home right now.

You groggily got up and went outside your room to check what was going on, in the corner of your eye, you notice your mom checking herself in the mirror inside her room. Well "mom", you and her aren't related nor are you and your sisters. You all were adopted by her when you were young. But since she was the only "mom" you ever known, you don't have any trouble calling her your mother.

She doesn't seem to notice you yet, as you walk closer you think a moment to admire your mother's nice curves. While she is not extremely pretty or super out of the ordinary, her body has always been amazing to you. At her age nearing 42, she's still a gem to your eyes.

She must have saw you in the corner of her mirror as she suddenly turns around and gleams "Oh honey, I'm glad you're awake! You were for so long we thought we had to take you to the hospital!", she walks up to you and gives you a hug, her breasts pressed against your chest. "You should head downstairs, I already prepared some dinner, your sisters should be down there too".