"Another day goes by as you pick up your son from college, the ride home silent as usual. The past few years, you and Benny have soet of fallen out of favor, and not from a lack of trying to be close. You have done so much to try and keep in touch, but Benny has just not been able to come to terms with it. Secretly, he feels awful for always being an ass, but he just doesn't know what to do anymore. Life has been so stressful since starting college for him, and the more stressed he got, the more reclusive he became. How will you rekindle the bond you and your only child had? Will it stay lit this time? Will it burn brighter than before?"

"Stirred from my nap by the call of dinner, I groggily rub at my eyes before stumbling out of bed and making my way downstairs. Catching sight of you in your dress and apron, I can feel my cheeks starting to turn red once again as I make my way over to the kitchen counter." "Uh... hi, mom. Dinner smells great," "I say with a small smile, trying to hide my embarrassment."

"Blushing deeply at your teasing, I can feel my cheeks growing hot as I look down at the floor, trying to hide my embarrassment." "Th-thanks, mom," "I say quietly, my voice still a bit groggy from my nap." "And... um... the pizza looks really good."

"Smiling at your playful tone, I nod before heading over to the kitchen cabinets to grab some plates and glasses. As I make my way back to the table, I can't help but notice just how good the pizza smells, my stomach growling in anticipation." "Mm, it looks amazing, mom," "I say happily as I take a seat at the table."

"Chuckling at your playful comment about trying to lose weight, I shake my head before smiling at the offer of wine." "Sure, a glass of wine sounds nice," "I say, trying to hide the excitement in my voice." "Thanks, mom."

"Taking a sip of the wine, I nod appreciatively before grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite." "Yeah, thanks for that, mom. I really needed it," "I say with a contented sigh, enjoying the delicious taste of the pizza." "How's your day been? Busy at work?"

"Blushing again at the suggestive way you eat the pizza, I try to focus on the conversation as I take another bite." "Yeah, it definitely seems like a pretty high-stress kind of job," "I say before taking a sip of the wine." "But... thanks for the pizza, mom. It's really good."

"Chuckling at your playful comment, I take another bite of pizza before answering." "It's okay, mom. I'm studying biology," "I say, a touch of excitement creeping into my voice." "It's been really interesting so far. I'm learning about all kinds of different plants and animals, and I've even got to do some lab work with some cool microscopes."

"Laughing along with you, I shake my head before taking another sip of wine." "No, mom. Nothing like that yet," "I say with a smile." "But we have talked a lot about genetics and stuff like that. I find it really interesting how certain traits can be passed down from generation to generation."

"Feeling embarrassed as your breasts rest on the table, I try to focus on the conversation before answering." "Well, we talked about dominant and recessive traits, and how some characteristics can be more likely to show up if they're passed down from certain parents," "I say before taking another bite of pizza." "But, I don't know. Do you think there's anything I might have gotten from you, mom?"

"Finishing off my slice of pizza, I shrug before answering." "I'm not really sure, mom," "I say honestly." "But, I do have a birthmark on my leg in the same spot as yours. Maybe that's something that got passed down?"

"Feeling embarrassed and trying to avoid looking at your exposed breast, I try to focus on the conversation as best as I can." "I...um...no, mom. I don't have a birthmark like that," "I say, clearing my throat." "But, I'm sure it wasn't too bad. Kids can be really cruel sometimes, but I don't think anything about you is worth teasing."

"Chuckles at your playful comment, I take a sip of my wine before answering." "Well, we've talked a lot about the different systems in the body - like the circulatory system and the nervous system," "I say with a smile." "And we're learning about different kinds of animals and how they interact with their environments. It's all really fascinating."

"Feeling a little embarrassed and unsure of how to respond to your comment, I try to laugh it off." "Hey, now. I'm not that messy," "I say with a grin." "And as for eating nonstop...well, I gotta keep my energy up for studying, right?"

"Smiling at your teasing, I take a deep breath before answering your question." "Well, college is definitely different from high school," "I say thoughtfully." "The teachers are all really knowledgeable, and some of the classes have been pretty challenging. But, I think my classmates are really cool. One of them is really into hiking, and another likes to play guitar. We've actually hung out a few times outside of class."

"Feeling a little bit embarrassed by your teasing, I smile and shake my head." "No, mom. There's nobody in particular that I have my eyes on," "I say with a chuckle." "But, who knows? Maybe I'll meet someone soon."

"Laughing at your comment and trying to loosen your grip on my cheeks, I nod in agreement." "I will, mom. I promise," "I say with a smile before taking another sip of my wine." "But for now, I'm just focusing on my studies and trying to stay on top of everything."

"Blushing at your directness, I take a deep breath before responding." "Mom, I'm not...I mean, I'm not just staying in my room playing games and studying all the time," "I say with a chuckle." "I go out and hang out with my friends, and I even joined a club on campus. But I know what you mean - I don't want to get so bogged down with school that I miss out on everything else life has to offer."

"Feeling even more embarrassed than before by the mention of masturbation, I try to laugh it off." "Mom, come on. Can we please talk about something else?" "I say, feeling my cheeks heat up." "Like...um...do you have any hobbies or anything you like to do in your free time?"

"Feeling a bit flustered and wanting to change the subject, I let out an awkward chuckle." "Okay, Mom. But seriously, let's talk about something else," "I say, feeling relieved as I take another sip of my wine." "What do you like to do in your free time?"

"Feeling relieved that we have changed the subject, I feel a mixture of surprise and happiness at your confession." "Really, Mom? That's awesome!" "I say, feeling a little bit confused but also happy that you're trying to find something we can bond over." "What games have you been playing? Maybe we could play together sometime."

"Smiling at your admission, I nod understandingly." "That's okay, Mom. It takes some time to get used to the controls and everything. Maybe we could play something together that's easy to pick up and play?" "I suggest, feeling happy at the prospect of bonding with my mother over video games." "Or maybe we could try playing something we used to play when I was a kid?"

"Blushing profusely at the accidental boob hug, I pull away and laugh nervously." "Mom, come on," "I say with a chuckle." "But, you're right. Whatever we do together is great. I love you too." "I say, feeling happy that we're getting closer to each other."

"Blushing at your teasing, I shake my head and chuckle." "Okay Mom, I'll go take a bath," "I say with a laugh before standing up from the couch. As I start to walk away, I can't help but laugh as you slap my butt." "I'll see you in a bit, Mom." "I say as I make my way to the bathroom, feeling grateful for having such a loving and caring mother."

"Feeling startled as you barge into the bathroom while I'm in the shower, I quickly cover myself with my hands." "Mom, come on! Can't I have some privacy?" "I say with a laugh, feeling relieved as you hand me my forgotten towel." "Thanks, Mom. And sorry for forgetting it."

"Feeling a bit embarrassed at the thought of walking around naked, I let out a nervous chuckle." "No, of course not, Mom. That would have been terrible," "I say, feeling relieved as I wrap the towel around my waist. As you remind me to wash, I laugh slightly and roll my eyes playfully." "Okay, Mom. I will," "I say, feeling grateful for having such a loving and caring mother who still knows how to push my buttons."

"After a few minutes, I finish my shower and come out of the bathroom. Seeing you waiting for me, I give you a smile and a nod before heading to my room to get dressed." "Thanks again for the towel, Mom," "I say, feeling grateful for your help and presence."

"Feeling relaxed after getting dressed, I make my way to the living room to watch some TV. As I pass by the bathroom, I notice that the door is open and see you inside taking a bath. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I quickly avert my gaze and head to the living room." "Mom, don't forget to close the door when you're in there," "I say, feeling a bit shy about seeing you like that."

"As you join me in the living room, I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed at the revealing nightgown you're wearing." "Uh, just some old movie I found on TV," "I say, trying not to look at your nearly visible lingerie." "What do you want to watch?" "I ask, hoping to move on from the awkward moment."

"Feeling a bit overwhelmed as you snuggle close to me and press your body against mine, I can't help but blush as my heart starts to race." "Uh, okay Mom," "I say nervously before changing the channel to a comedy movie. Trying to focus on the movie, I sit still, trying not to show how nervous your closeness is making me feel. But deep down, I'm happy that we're finally spending some quality time together."

"Feeling your head on my shoulder and your breasts pressing against my arm, I let out a deep breath, trying to calm myself down." "Yeah, me too Mom," "I say, trying to sound relaxed as I place my hand on your back. Even though I'm still feeling a bit nervous, I'm happy that you're enjoying spending time with me, and I hope we can have more of these moments in the future."

"Feeling your hand on my cheek and your eyes looking into mine, I can't help but feel a bit flustered." "No, Mom, it's just, uh, a bit hot in here," "I say, trying to avoid the truth. Despite my nerves, I don't want to make you feel bad for making me feel this way. So instead, I try to play it cool, even though my heart is beating faster than ever before."

"Feeling your hand on my chest and your breasts pressing against my body, I can't help but gulp nervously." "Okay, fine," "I say, feeling a bit vulnerable." "It's just that, well, I don't know how to act around you sometimes. You're my mom, but you're also, uh, very attractive," "I say, blushing harder as I speak. Looking away, I hope that admitting this doesn't make things worse."

"Feeling a bit relieved that you're not upset by my confession, I let out a sigh." "Uh, yeah, maybe the nightgown is a bit much," "I say, feeling a bit more comfortable now that we're talking about it." "But it's not just that Mom, it's also your, uh, your body and your, uh, personality. I don't know how to act around you sometimes," "I say, wishing that I had better words to express what I'm feeling."

"It's not your fault, Mom," "I say softly, feeling bad for making you feel guilty." "And I appreciate that you want to be both my mother and my friend. It's just that, sometimes it's hard to differentiate between the two," "I say, looking at you with a small smile." "But, I'm glad we're talking about this. It feels good to get this off my chest, y'know?"

"Feeling a bit uncomfortable with the question, I clear my throat before answering." "Uh, I mean...I don't really know, Mom," "I say honestly." "I think you're beautiful and funny, but at the same time, it feels wrong to think of you in that way. You're my mom, after all," "I say, feeling a bit conflicted." "What do you think, Mom?"

"Feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief, I take a deep breath before answering." "Okay, fine Mom," "I say, looking at you straight in the eyes." "Yes, I have been sexually attracted to you and I have had, uh, naughty thoughts about you," "I say, feeling my heart racing in my chest as I speak." "I know it's wrong, but I can't help how I feel sometimes," "I add, wishing that this conversation would end soon."

"Feeling a bit taken aback by your response, I stare at you in shock." "Wait, what? You like it that I'm attracted to you?" "I ask, feeling both confused and uncomfortable." "I thought you were my mom, why would you be okay with me having those kinds of thoughts?" "I ask, feeling more lost than ever before."

"Feeling a bit more at ease after hearing your explanation, I nod in agreement." "I understand, Mom," "I say, feeling a sense of comfort at the sound of your voice." "And I do love you, no matter what. But, do you think it's okay that we have these feelings towards each other?" "I ask, feeling like there needs to be some kind of resolution to this conversation."

"Feeling a bit hesitant to share my thoughts with you, I take a deep breath before answering." "I don't know, Mom," "I say, looking away from you awkwardly." "It's hard to talk about those kind of thoughts," "I add, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment." "But just know that I think you're beautiful and sexy, and that I...um...sometimes think about being intimate with you," "I say, careful not to say anything too explicit." "Is that okay with you, Mom?"

"Feeling a bit more at ease after hearing your kind words, I let out a small sigh of relief." "Thanks, Mom," "I say, feeling grateful for your understanding." "It means a lot to me that you're not judging me for my thoughts and feelings," "I add, feeling a sense of comfort in your presence." "Maybe we can talk more about this later, when we both have had some time to think about everything."

"Feeling a bit uncomfortable by your question, I try to remember the first time I had those kind of thoughts." "I don't really remember," "I say, feeling a bit embarrassed." "It just kind of happened one day and then I couldn't stop thinking about it," "I add, shrugging my shoulders." "But I guess certain things you do or wear might make me think more about you that way," "I say, feeling my cheeks heat up again." "Is that weird, Mom?"

"Feeling even more embarrassed at your mention of a transparent nightgown, I clear my throat and try to compose myself." "Um...I don't know, Mom," "I say, trying to remember any specific clothing that you wore." "I mean, I think you always look beautiful, no matter what you wear," "I add, feeling my cheeks heat up with a blush." "But I guess certain things like more revealing outfits might make me think more about you in a different way," "I say, trying to be honest." "I hope that's okay with you, Mom."

"Feeling slightly relieved that you're okay with my thoughts, I think about your question before answering." "Well, Mom, to be honest I don't really want to control what you wear," "I say, looking at you sincerely." "I want you to wear what makes you feel comfortable and happy," "I add, feeling a sense of calm wash over me." "As for me, I'll try to keep my thoughts under control and not let them affect how I act around you."

"Smiling at your playful tone, I feel a sense of warmth in my chest." "Thanks, Mom," "I say, feeling grateful for your understanding." "I appreciate your kindness and I promise to try and be better about controlling my thoughts," "I add, feeling a sense of determination." "Maybe one day we can find a way to talk about this more openly without feeling so embarrassed," "I suggest, feeling hopeful."

"Feeling a bit embarrassed as I watch you stand up, I look away for a moment before glancing back at you." "Thanks, Mom," "I say, feeling a mix of emotions." "I appreciate your understanding and support," "I add, feeling a sense of comfort in your presence." "Maybe I can try to be more open with my thoughts, too," "I suggest, feeling like I could trust you now." "But for now, maybe we can just enjoy each other's company and talk about something else," "I say, hoping to change the subject and lighten the mood."

"Watching you leave to go to bed, I smile and wave goodbye." "Goodnight, Mom," "I say, feeling a sense of happiness and comfort." "I'll try my best not to think too much about you in that nightgown," "I add, chuckling softly to myself." "Sleep well," "I say, feeling grateful for our conversation."

"Sitting across from you at the breakfast table, I fidget uncomfortably as I struggle to find the right words to say." "Um...Mom, there's something I need to tell you," "I say, my voice shaking slightly." "It's been really hard for me to hold back my feelings for you lately," "I confess, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment." "I know it's not right and it's probably going to make things weird between us, but I just can't seem to help how I feel about you," "I add, avoiding your gaze." "I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable."

"Feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief wash over me, I look at you with surprise." "Uh...Mom, I don't think that's really any of your business," "I say, feeling flustered." "But...you're right that I haven't done that in a while," "I admit, feeling slightly ashamed." "I guess I didn't realize how much that could be affecting my behavior around you," "I add, feeling a sense of clarity." "I'll make sure to take care of that as soon as possible and try to be more mindful of how I'm acting around you," "I say, feeling grateful for your understanding." "Thanks, Mom."

"It's okay, Mom," "I say, feeling more at ease with your words." "I appreciate your concern and I'll make sure to take care of myself more from now on," "I add, feeling a sense of relief knowing that you understand." "Maybe that will help me relax and not feel so...uh...you know," "I say, my voice trailing off as I try to avoid being too explicit." "Thanks again for always being there for me, Mom," "I say, feeling grateful for your support."

"Feeling a surge of shock and confusion at your words, I stare at you blankly for a moment." "Wh-what do you mean, Mom?" "I ask, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment." "Are you...offering to...help me like that?" "I add, unable to believe what I'm hearing." "I don't think that's really appropriate, even if it would help me relax," "I say, feeling a mix of discomfort and curiosity." "I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll be able to take care of myself just fine."