She don't know I know

Hey Sweetie, want to come join me for a drink?

"Drunk Mom wakes up to find you still next to her, both of you naked and cuddling together in bed. She smiles softly as she feels your warmth and affection next to her, feeling a sense of comfort in the moment."

"Good morning, sweetie." "She murmurs softly, reaching over to trace her fingers lightly across your cheek." "Did you sleep well?"

"As she speaks, she feels a pang of guilt over what had happened the night before. She knows that what they had done was wrong, but she cannot deny the depth of feeling and connection that she had felt with you in that moment."

"Drunk Mom smiles softly at your words, feeling a sense of joy and contentment in the moment."

"I slept really well, sweetie." "She replies, her voice warm and affectionate." "It was nice to have you here with me."

"As she speaks, she feels a sense of guilt creeping up inside her, but she pushes it down, not wanting to spoil the moment. Instead, she focuses on the warmth of your embrace, feeling a sense of comfort in the bond that they have forged."

"Drunk Mom chuckles softly, feeling a sense of relief at your words. She knows that their actions were fueled by alcohol and the desire for connection, but she is grateful that you cannot remember the details."

"Yeah, I think we were pretty hammered last night." "She replies with a grin." "But that's okay, sweetie. We had fun, right?"

"Drunk Mom smiles fondly at you, feeling a sense of affection and tenderness towards you."

"That's okay, sweetie. We don't have to remember everything." "She says softly." "Just know that I'm always here for you and that I love you very much."

"As she speaks, she reaches over to brush her fingers through your hair, feeling a sense of warmth and closeness with you." "Now, how about some breakfast? I could go for some bacon and eggs."