“So, when do you think you’ll be coming back?” Ms. Harshwhinny spoke over the phone.

“Next week, I guess,” you sighed, “If I still do come off as a bit down, I can manage. I’m past most of my grieving.”

“Well, I hope the best for your sake. Whenever you’re ready, just come to my office. You can take things easy of you want.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you on Monday.

“Take care, Calculus.”

“You too, Julia. Take care.”

Beep

You hung up the call, slumping back into your couch as you drew a heavy sigh. While over most of the emotional shock, there was still that bit of you processing the loss. You missed your father and were fresh off visiting his grave some time ago. Though much was left unsaid, you’ve set yourself to dwell on only the pleasant memories as a family. He would’ve wanted that.

Walking through your house, you came across a photo that caught your eye. It was of you, your father, Corvus Glade, and your, mother Rose Oak at your graduation ceremony from Crystal Prep with big smiles. Though it’d been years since then, you remembered that sense of pride your parents felt for you at that moment. Hell, you even remembered how goofy you looked with that smile. However, the sight of your mother made your heart sink.

Oh Mother, I can only imagine the pain you’re going through. You thought as you set the photo back, I wish I could comfort you.

Then, a thought dawned on you. After the funeral, you didn’t have much contact with your mother, allowing her some space. Part of you wondered how she was holding up if she was. The thought of your mother wallowing in perpetual despair was something you couldn’t stand. It sounded as good a time as ever to pay her a visit.

Grabbing your keys, you hopped in your Jag and drove off to the place you called home for a good chunk of your life. For you, it was stepping like stepping back through time, figuratively speaking. So many good memories, too little time to reminisce. Parking along the boulevard, you walked up to the front door, rapping on it a few times.

“I hope you’re alright, Mother.” You sighed as the door opened. Before you was your mother, looking down in the dumps with her hair disheveled. The moment she laid her eyes on you, nothing stopped her from wrapping you in the tightest hug you’ve had from her. All the while, she cried in your shoulders.

“Oh, my dear sweet boy!” Rose Oak cried, “It’s so good to see you!” You held the hug for a bit before breaking it. A bit of mascara ran down her eyes as wiped away her tears. Try as she might, she couldn’t bring herself to smile, even in your presence. “Why have you stopped by?”

“I just thought you needed some company after recent events. I’m returning to work after this weekend.”

“Well…” sniff, “come on in.”

Following your mother in, you noticed it still looked orderly and nice as she always kept it. If anything, it was more her trying to keep her mind off her husband’s death. Sitting down the couch, you noticed a stack of photos on a coffee table. One of them was of her and your father in a hospital room. She laid on a bed, holding a swaddled infant in her arms, undoubtedly you. They both looked happy and proud, holding you in their arms.

“I remembered when you were first born.” Rose sat next to you, “You were quite a hefty baby, but also so happy. You should’ve seen the look on your father’s face when he held you. That was the first time I’ve seen him cry.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “he always was a closeted softie.” One question dwelled on your mind, on that you were curious about, “So, how did you and Dad meet?” For a moment, Rose Oak went silent as she held the picture in hand. Such a memory was one of the fondest she shared with Corvus Glade. It reminded her of happier times before she lost him.

“Oh. It all started while I was in college for my geology degree. When I went to have lunch one day, my credit card went on the fritz. But, along came your father, paying for my meal. All throughout lunch that day, we’ve been chatting and the rest was history from there. After he got back from Iraq during the war with the 75th, that’s when he got on one knee and asked the question.”

It was years ago that Rose Oak sat nervously in that terminal at the airport. After hearing the news that the Persian Gulf War had come to an end, she was elated that she’d be seeing her Corvus Glade once more. Shuffling her fingers around as the sun shone in her hair, she watched as families were reunited with their mothers, fathers, or children. Yet, she eagerly waited for her love, to feel his strong arms caress her body.

Her eyes fixed to the gateway, a figure emerged that froze her in place. Wearing a ranger BDU with shield insignia containing a red lightning bolt, three chevrons and a rocker, maroon hair, and beard with ocean blue skin, Rose knew who it was. Seeing him back stateside after a long time made her heart quake and pulse. All in all, it was a sight she waited and braced herself for.

“Rose!” Corvus gasped, dropping his duffel bag.

“My Corvus!” Darting to his side, Rose jumped into her lover’s embrace and planted a emotionally passionate kiss. Seeing her battle-weary lover once again eased the tension she felt in her heart for months. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“The thought of coming back to you kept me strong through all the violence.” The weary soldier breathed, “The entire time… I’ve kept that photo of you in my helmet to keep me going.”

“Th-thank you, my Corvus.”

Hugging Rose, Corvus had a thought on his mind. Throughout all the firefights, explosions, and high-stress situations, it was always there. He put the plan in motion about a week before he deployed to the front, hoping to save it for when he came back. Holding the woman he loves in his arms, relishing in the reunion, he felt now was a good time as ever.

“Rose, close your eyes. I’ve got something for you.”

Heeding her lover’s words, Rose closed her turquoise eyes; heart racing with anxiety. What could it be that Corvus wanted to show her? Was it a souvenir he obtained during the months spent in the middle east? To her, the possibilities were endless. With a light tap on her leg, she took it as a cue to open her eyes once more, but what she saw was something she wasn’t prepared for.

There, Corvus Glade stood on one knee with a small black box in his hands. In the box was a ring with a small heart-shaped diamond on top. Rose’s breath felt like it was knocked out of her for the briefest of moments as she held her hands to her mouth. Emotions flooded her heart and mind as tears began to well.

“Rose Oak, with my brothers in arms as my witnesses, will you… marry me?” Corvus asked with a voice most sincere. Rose, heart fluttering from those words, looking all around with excitement and joy.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” Rose screamed enthusiastically as she dove in for another passion-fueled kiss. Roaring applause was had all throughout the terminal as both returning troops and civilians cheered on the couple. Hearing all that raised their spirits to exponential levels. Soon, they were to be husband and wife, eager to spend the rest of their lives in wedlock. For Corvus Glade, it was something he wanted the most in the world.

“It must’ve been a happy moment for you.”

“It was THE happiest moment of my life, surpassed only by bringing you into this world.”

“I can only imagine.” Just then, you felt a trembling in your stomach. You’ve not felt hungry in the slightest since you woke up. Now, it’s come out in full force, nagging at you like a dog. Knowing your mother’s current state, she wasn’t in the mood to cook or going out somewhere. “Gosh, I’m actually kind of hungry. Want me to fix up something for us?”

“A-Are you sure, son?” Rose sniffed. Sensing her unease, You gave her a brief hug before giving a reassuring look.

“Of course I am. I haven’t cooked for you in a long while. Besides, you could use something nice.”

With a silent nod of approval, you sauntered into the kitchen, looking for whatever you could find. Bacon, linguine, parmesan, eggs and milk, all the fixings for a pasta carbonara bake were present. Being in a close tie with your usual cheat day meal, it was always a nice change of pace. Since you didn’t cook anything big in quite a while, it seemed like a good time to de-rust your culinary skills.

Propping your knuckles, you went to work on creating art. Pasta boiling, bacon sizzling, alfredo sauce bubbling, sound and the smell filled the air as the magic unfolded. You swore that you could already taste it. Once both were done and some careful tempering of the eggs, the sauce, bacon, and pasta were mixed and put in a pan. All that was left was waiting ten or so minutes as you found yourself mired in thought.

Rose Oak cried as she cradled a framed photo of her and your father on their wedding day. Judging by the looks of it, she looked to be around four to five months pregnant with you. You had to admit she looked like an angel, beautiful and radiant. All in all, she looked happy with Corvus and you in the picture. To have part of that taken away from her was like her heart being torn to shreds, painful for both you and her.

With a set of beeps, the oven was finished baking the cheesy, savory goodness. Opening the oven, your nose was hit by a full blast of the aroma from your handiwork. As you began plating servings, knowing your mother’s state, you thought of a way to calm her down as precarious as it sounded. You snatched a bottle of red wine along with some accompanying glasses. Setting everything down on the coffee table, you poured your mother a glass.

“Here,” you softly spoke, “this should help.”

She took a cautionary sip before, to little surprise, guzzled the rest of the glass in one gulp. What did shock you was her taking the bottle and taking a big swig from it. Now you were wondering if you’ve made a big mistake adding alcohol into the equation.

“Woah, mom!” You said, snatching the bottle from her hands, “That should be enough for now.”

“I~ can hiccup handle myself, dearie!” Rose drunkenly said.

“Riiiight. At the very least, eat something.”

Sipping your own glass, you ate your creation. Savory and cheesy, it was comfort made manifest as it warmed you to the soul. Your mother seemed to enjoy it for the most part but seemed lost in both grief and liquor.

“Mom, how was it?” you asked.

“It was good, dearie,” she croaked, “You didn’t have to do it... but thank you.”

“I wanted to do something nice for you. It’s not a big deal.”

“But, I’m so glad you came here!” She started to cry again, “It’s just that…” Sniff, “since your father died, it’s been so lonely around here! I just miss the company of him and you… you’re not even around anymore, all grown up!”

Reaching over, you pulled your mother into a hug, rubbing her back as your shoulder became soaked in with tears. It’d been a while since you’ve hugged her at the funeral. Just hearing her cry broke your heart. As she gave you comfort in the past, it all comes full circle. If need be, you weren’t opposed to staying with her for another day or so.

However, things took a turn real quick as she pulled you into a deep kiss with a blink of an eye. It wasn’t a motherly kiss on a cheek, it was an on-the-lips affair that a lover would give. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or desperation. Even under the influence of wine, you still knew it was wrong. Breaking from the kiss, you lightly pushed your mother away, much to her chagrin.

“Please! Love me! I beg you!” Rose cried.

“No, Mother!” You breathed, still in shock, “This is not right! We can’t do this!”

“But you remind me so much of him! Please, love me!”

Wanting to get away from a stressful situation, you retreated to the bathroom, all the while you could hear your mother crying. Breathing and mentally processing what happened, your mother’s desperation just got a whole lot worse than you thought. Having been alone for weeks with only the pictures of you and your father to keep her company took its toll on her. For once in your life, you felt truly lost.

"What am I going to fucking do?! Oh, Jesus Christ!" You cursed as you paced around the bathroom. “I wanna see my mom happy but this… god motherfucking damn it! FUUUUUUCCKKK!!!”

Slumping against the wall, you found yourself torn apart on what to do. She’s your mother, the person you’ve sworn to cherish and keep happy no matter what. Kissing you squarely on the lips sent your mind in a conflict. You’d do anything to make her happy in a time like this, but intimacy with her was something you hoped never to do. Just hearing her cry out yours and your father’s names tore your heart asunder.

After another minute of hearing her cry, something stirred within you. You wanted her to move on and be happy for her sake and yours. If it would only be just a one-time deal and being the end of it, what was there for you to lose? Just a bit of an in and out and there, done! With a bit of alcohol, it might dull your memory of it all. Swallowing your inhibitions, you walked back into the living room, sitting back on the couch to her surprise.

“S-Son?” Rose croaked. You turned her around with a serious look on your face.

"Mother, just this one time and ONLY this one time. After tonight, not a single whisper of this is to be heard. Got it?"

With an affirmative nod from her, you hastily grabbed the wine bottle and took a generous swig from it, evening the playing field. Though I'm doing this for her, I'd much rather not remember any of it. With the rush alcohol flooding your veins, inhibiting your senses, you were ready to begin.

Holding her close, you slowly planted your lips on her, taking it as slow as you could. Admittedly, as much as you hate to, her body felt good as did her lips. E-Cup breasts and a decently sized ass, it was hard not to marvel at her beauty. Prodding at her teeth, her mouth opened to allow your tongue entry. The ecstasy was overwhelming for her as you leaned on her, pinning her to the couch, rubbing your hands all over her body, but the thought of being watched through the windows snapped you away from the passion.

Carrying her bridal style into her room, you fell on her onto the bed, resuming the passionate make out session. Your friskiness got to you as you snaked an arm under her shirt and gripped one of her tits. It was hard to believe that you used to feed from them at one point. Staff hardening from the experience, the resulting lust drove you wild as you bagan to dry hump your mother, causing her nethers to salivate with want and desire. Breaking the kiss for some air, you looked your mother in her beautiful eyes.

“Son?” Rose gasped.

“Yes?” you breathed.

“Thank you so much for this. You’re making mommy very happy. But,” She began to rub the bulge that’s straining in your jeans. Every pass pulsed your spine with pleasure unending. “Your poor thing is so cramped up in there. How about we do away with the clothes?”

“S-Sure.”

Grabbing the hem of your shirt, you took off your shirt and kicked off your shoes. Once your pants and underwear came off, you were hit in the face by a pair of panties. Radiating off them was a distinct musky scent, one that you were more than familiar with. Removing them from your face, your cock quivered at the sight of your naked mother. For a woman her age, she still looked beautiful, fit, and downright sexy. A shaven bush and her hair long and flowing, it woke up something within you, something fiery and passionate.

“Goodness, y-your muscles and… your thing!” Rose said, commenting on your body and the size of your shaft, “To think that… good lord!”

“Taking care of my body got me this far, Mom. I’m keeping that momentum.”

Getting back on the bed and on your knees, you pulled your mother into a passionate, alcohol fueled kiss. The feeling of her beautifully naked body against yours felt so wrong yet so right at the same time. At this point, your dick and all that wine were calling the shots. Just the experience of grabbing your mother’s firm ass while rubbing your junk against her body awoke your inner horndog.

“There’s something I’d like to do.” Turning you around, Rose pushed you back against the pillows, crawling between your legs, licking her lips at the sight of your cock, “I wonder what my son’s cock tastes like.”

That slick and velvety tongue of hers, the feeling of it scraping up, down, and around your lance caused you to spasm like crazy. Taking into account that it was your mother had a strange effect that you couldn’t describe. If it was what your father experienced, then he was one lucky man to have picked her, even as she took the entirety of your length in he mouth.

“Oh, holy shit!” you gasped which was answered by a slap to the knee from her. She was no doubt unamused by your choice of words. Leave it to your mother to still mother… even as she is sucking you off. Though you were tempted, you couldn’t bring yourself to force the woman that created you to deepthroat your dick. You weren’t the one to do so unless they say so, being a gentleman and all.

Persistent as she was, she kicked her motions into high gear, determined to have a taste of your seed. Your balls tensed as she brought you closer and closer to the edge. With a loud groan, you did the unbelievable and came in your mother’s mouth. You went cross eyed for a moment as you emptied your nuts, giving plenty for her to swallow. Sweaty and panting from such intensity, you sat up as you lungs and heart calmed.

“M-Mom, that was...”

“Incredible?” Rose giggled, “I know. And I can tell that it wasn’t your first time either.”

“How’d you-”

“A mother has her ways. But enough of it.” She then lays on her back, head resting against the pillows. Opening her legs, she gave out a light moan as she rubbed her wet flower, moaning slightly, “Would you be a dear and come please Mommy? A son shouldn’t have all the fun to himself.”

There it was, the visage of the place that brought you into the world. Slick and wet with arousal, it beckoned for pleasure and love to extinguish its heat. The only person that could sate its hunger was you and your tongue. Bringing your mouth to her crotch, you gave her vulva a few gentle wisps of breath before you started licking around her inner thigh. Judging by her moans, your mother sorely needed it.

“Oh, god yes! That’s a good boy!” She hoarsely moaned, stroking your hair, “You’re doing Mommy proud. She’s very happy you’re doing this!”

Approaching her cunt, you paired you licks with a bit of breathing on her sensitive clit, sending her deeper into a frenzy. Nibbling and licking every part of her pussy, along with her clit, you made sure that every nook and cranny got some attention. The magic of your fingers went to work as you gently yet firmly massaged her crotch. Moan after moan, scream after scream, and every breath, your mother enjoyed every moment of it.

“YES! YES, MY SON! MAKE MOMMY CUM!!! OHHHHH!!!”

Intending to finish her off, you jammed your tongue in her moist cave, wiggling it all around to her pleasure as she bucked her hips wildly. Once her g-spot was touched, it was all over for her with a wail and scream. A tidal wave of her juices drenched your face as you expected and tangy too. The musky smell stank up the room along with that of sweat and the bed was becoming a disheveled mess.

“Goodness!” Rose Oak breathed as she caught her breath, “H-How many women did you do to be this experienced?”

“That is a long story, Mom,” you replied, wiping the excess from your face. Looking down at your work, her entrance looked sufficiently lubed, ready for your newly erect member. Now is the moment of truth, “Are you ready?”

“Yes, dearie. Please, give Mommy some love.”

Gulping and sweaty, you straddle your mom and positioned the tip of your spear at her entrance. Closing your eyes and with a thrust of your hips, you felt a slick wetness envelop the entirety of your length. Eyes open, you found yourself hilted inside of your mother, becoming one with her. Now life came full circle as you’re now back in the hole you came out of. Poetic, isn’t it?

“Wow, you’re so big, dearie,” Rose Oak whispered, “How does it feel being inside Mommy?”

“I-I~ Incredible!” you gasped as she pulls you down to her and steals a passionate kiss from you. As it went on, your drunken mind was able to gather one coherent thought. You loved your mother, especially like that. As unorthodox and taboo as it was, your heart beckoned for her, nay… desired her. “I love you, mom.”

“I... love you too, my son.” Rose tearfully replied as you started thrusting in and out of her. It was odd to be boning the very person that brought you into the world, but you didn’t care in the slightest. She felt good inside and not too tight either. God, your wine-addled mind was being driven further into madness as you ploughed away at her, no filter and no shame. Passion and pleasure was all that mattered.

“Oh yes! Aaannnhhh, fuck yes!” she moaned as you picked up the pace with your hips. Her inner walls, slick and velvety, were starting to tighten. It drove you to put in a little extra effort into your thrusts, ye, you weren’t even close to cumming just yet. You wanted to show your mom what you were made made of, to make her proud. “Dearie, I’m going to cum!”

“Not finished yet!” With a few good slams, prodding her cervical entrance, her walls clenched and she screamed as she was brought past her breaking point and came once again. You held her tight as she rode her orgasm, locking lips with hers as lust nearly turned you into a beast. Skin against skin, you humped her for a little longer as her orgasm died down and she was left a sweaty mess. But you weren’t done, far from it.

Using your strength, you got her on her hands and knees, putting her nicely shaped ass in full view. You dove back in and resumed your work, in and out of her still slick entrance. You thigh slapping against her buttcheeks, the feeling stirred something in your loins. Never did you once thought that you’d be having an affinity for your mother’s ass. Good lord in all his heaven, you’ve hit the jackpot.

At that point, your mother was reduced to nothing but screams and moans as unbearable lust floods her brain. Seeing your mother in such a state was a bit of a weird sight to be sure, but one that had an aura driving you to keep going until she came a third time. The rush of her orgasm eroded your dick’s endurance further as her vaginal walls gave it another bear hug. Exhausted, you collapsed onto the bed with your mother in your arms, still catching her breath.

“Son,” she wheezed, “why haven’t you came yet?”

“I honestly wanted to impress you,” you said, pulling her into a spoons position and planting a kiss on her neck. She responds in kind with another quick peck to your lips, “Giving you a good time here is all that matters to me.”

“Son, you don’t have to prove anything to me. Just doing this for me makes Mommy happy. You can cum whenever you like.”

Reaching down, you aimed your pecker at her slit and slid yourself in once more. Your cock was already sensitive at this point and you knew it would be the time you were going come. Being that spoons was your favorite position, such intimate contact with her made your heart race like never before. You weren’t going to merely fuck her. You were going to make love to her and, as drunk as you were, you loved her.

Thrusting with all your energy, you inhaled the scent of her hair, smelling of sun-ripened raspberries and blueberries. It made you spasm as you kept on railing her from behind, holding onto her naked body for dear life. Sweat running down your hair, your energy was burning as you kept going at her with all the remaining stamina in reserve. It was one of the best nights you’ve had for the past week.

Soon, the sensitive feeling in your dick made it clear in no uncertain terms that your orgasm was soon to arrive. You still had much love left to give and you were going to give it your all, and to your mom no less. It was an incredible thought that you were going to cum inside the very woman that gave you life.

“Yes! I can feel that you’re close! Cum for Mommy!”

With a mighty and hearty groan, your mind went completely blank as your cock quivered, squirmed, and writhed as it blew the entirety of your balls in her snatch. The heat and volume of your combined load was enough to send her over the edge for the fourth and final time. Feeling high on your orgasm, you held your mother close as you rode your orgasm into the afterglow. Tired and exhausted, the post-coital cuddling was strangely magical.

“Son,” Rose yawned, “that was so much you blew in me.” You kissed up her neck while inhaling the sweet scent from her hair, “You gave so much love to Mommy!”

“Anything for my mother,” you sighed as your eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion. Before sleep claimed, you craned her head and planted a gentle loving kiss on her lips, tongue and all. Sparks flew, hearts fluttered, the intimacy was high. Never did you once imagine yourself laying with your mother but… it was worth it.

“I love you, Mom.”

Your eyes shot wide open as you gasped with substantial shock, sweaty and alert. Looking around, you were in your own bedroom and it looked to be eight in the morning. Mind still awash with what you saw, you concluded that it was all just a dream. Thank god that it was as such and a potential nightmare was avoided.

Thank fucking christ that was a dream.

Your phone went off and your still booting up mind was scrambling to find it. Grabbing it, you saw that it was a call from your mother. What did she want?

“He-Hello?” you yawned.

"Calc, dear, did I catch you at a bad time?" Rose answered.

"No, Ma. I just got up actually."

"Thank goodness." Her voice carried a tinge of tension and worry.

"Is there something wrong?"

Whew "I honestly don't know any other way to say this, but... I'm pregnant."

"W-What?!" You were in shock. Your mother just announced to you that she’s having a baby, something you never saw coming.

"Yes, dearie. I just found out from a test this morning." Coming off from the shock, the idea of having a little brother or sister was an exciting prospect. You were happy for your mother.

"Whoa. C-Congratulations, mom! Did you and Dad... you know... do it before he passed?"

"Yeah, about that. We didn't."

"What?"

"Remember that night about two days after the funeral? You know, the one where we both got drunk?"

"A~ Are you saying that-"

"Yes, I’m certain that the baby is yours."

Joy and excitement being replaced by fear and confusion, the realization soon set in. The dream you just woke up from wasn’t just a dream, but a memory from two weeks ago. Fueled by emotion and alcohol, you did bang your mother and now the consequences come crashing down on you. You did your best to not panic over the phone, ye, your head still felt light over the revelation.

“Okay, Mom. I'll come over later on and we can discuss things." You answered as calmly as you could.

"Okay, deary. I'll see you then. Love you."

"Love you too, mom" You hung up the call, still in shock. You knocked up your mother and just couldn’t wrap your mind around it. Feeling faint, your eyes closed as you collapsed back down to the bed. "Fuck."

Your eyes opened, revealing a dimly lit void. You were confused as to where you were or what any of it was. The only remarkable was a faint orange light off in the distance. Soon, you heard a chuckle, one that sounded familiar.

“Oh Calculus, did you think you could forget about me after so long?” The voice asked with a playfully mocking tone

“Who are you?” You asked back.

“Do you not remember me? I thought the sound of my voice would’ve given that away.” The orange light grew closer until it revealed it came from what looked to be a lit cigar. The person smoking it petrified you with shock. “Then maybe my looks would drive the point home.”

Standing there was some entity that looked exactly like you, down to the hair and physique. However, he was more sharply dressed with a fedora, giving off the look of a prohibition-era gangster. However, his stance was miles more confident than yours with an air of ego.

‘Y-You’re me!” you shakily gasped.

“Partially correct,” the entity replied, taking another puff from his cigar, “I’m actually part of you, the part that you’ve swept under the rug for so long. I came into being the moment you stuck your thing in that teacher, Cheerilee.” Upon hearing that familiar, you mind connected the dots and you determined the stranger’s identity.

“MILFlove.”

“The one and only,” he dryly replied, “I’ve been keeping tabs on you since your graduation. Even as you pushed me to the back, I’ve seen how you’ve had all those chicks ridin’ your sack. Have to say, I’m proud of you.”

“What do you want? Are you going to… you know…”

“Possess your body? God no! I’m not going to play you like a marionette, as amusing as the idea sounds,” MILFlove finished, “I’ve come to lay down a few things.”

“What would those be?”

“You banging your own mother was the catalyst that set me free. To be honest, I don’t want to go back in that fucking place. I mean, it’s cramped in there! Look, I know that you have some sort of apprehension, but I’m not going to be some sort of malevolent ghost or whatever.”

“So you just want some just want some breathing room?”

“Yes.” MILFlove took another puff from his cigar, pacing around you like a shark, “that’s what I want the most out of this. But, from here on in, think of me as your own personal coach.”

“Coach? Well, as long as you won’t get overly annoying, I’m fine with it. And you better not be-”

“Watching you all day? No, even I have standards. Well, It’s getting close to noon. I’ll got to get going.” He starts to fade away with another puff from his stogie, “Oh, don’t keep your mother waiting.”

Like that, he was gone. The aspect that you’ve kept aside has now broken free and won’t be going back anytime soon. But, if he’s as laid back as he carries himself as, it shouldn’t be much of an issue. But the thought of knocking up your mother still got to you. There was much to talk about.

“Fuck.”

Author's Note

Well now, after a few chapters of user speculation, I've finally done it. Honestly, it was more of a matter of 'when' I was going to write it than 'If'. With that, Dr. MILFlove, the character, has returned.

Also, a big shoutout to Shakespearicles and his story (Un)Planned Parenthood for giving me the inspiration for writing this. Also, Rocka Leone, this goes out to you as well.