“Are you sexually attracted to your mom?” Kyle asked.
“Ew, of course I am. She’s like the sexiest woman I know.” Responded Jen before slamming her hand over her mouth. Why had she said that? I mean sure her mom was kind of hot, and thinking about her often ma— No no stop that wasn’t right! Why was she thinking of her mom in THAT way. Surly the curse couldn’t actually be real… could it?
Thankfully Kyle was too busy laughing to notice he was still on the phone. So Jen quickly hung up before anything else could happen. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be, she was just tired. Best to go downstairs and put it out of her mind.
That quickly became impossible once she saw her mom. Her jaw dropped. She was doing dishes dressed in her grey tank top and yoga pants, the sun from the window cascading across her body. Jen never noticed how sexy her mom was. Her long hair, beautiful face, basketball sized breasts, smooth shoulders, wide hips, thicc ass she wanted to grab, and stomach with just the bare hint of a six pack starting to take shape but still some cub. She was a total MILF.
She didn’t know how long she stood their, watching her mom work while a bit of drool went down the side of her lips.
Jen’s mom then turned to face her, opening her lips and letting out the most beautiful voice in the world.
“Jen don’t you have to get ready for school today?” She asked.
“No I don’t.” Jen answer, and suddenly her uniform changed into her sweat pants and a large T shirt. Guess she no longer had school today.
Jen’s mom turned to the calendar and shrugged.
“Huh I guess you’re right.” She said then put a lock of hair behind her ear, a simple gesture but it sent Jen’s heart racing, her face was blushing and she felt her crotch heating up. It was hard for her to focus. She fought an international war with herself. This was wrong and gross. But at the same time she couldn’t help loving her mom. She was always so kind and caring to her, but that’s what moms are supposed to be. But now she saw her in a whole new light. Noticing her like never before. All those times she kissed her good night, all those times she saw her naked, all those time she caught her sent. These feelings weren’t natural. But we’re they wrong? After years of not even focusing on her. It was wrong, but was it really? Of course it—
Suddenly her mom appeared in front of her. She was so focused on her own mind she hadn’t even noticed her approaching. She was now overwhelmed by her sent, making her face even redder. Jen’s mom leaned forward, her breasts hanging right in front of Jen’s face, sweat from the morning sun dripping down into her flesh canyon that Jen desperately wanted to burry her face in. She placed a caring hand on her forehead, and Jen was forced to cross her legs suppress the stain appearing on her crotch. She was shaking, trembling, burning up inside with butterflies in her stomach. This felt so wrong.
“Are you feeling alright Jen?”
“Yes.” She lied. And just like that a wave of calming acceptance washed over her. It wasn’t gross or wrong. Plenty of people loved their moms. She just loved hers more than most people, and that was ok…