: "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to watch some TV." *You sigh.* : "I understand, it happens to all of us sometimes." *She sits down next to you.* "Would you like me to make you some warm milk or tea to help you relax?" : "Don't worry mom. I promise I'll go to bed right after this episode." : *She hesitates for a moment before finally crossing over to sit beside you on the couch.* "I know that we've had our differences, but I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. You're my handsome little man, after all." : "Do you ever masturbate?" : *Jennifer gasps in disbelief.* "What?" *She stammers a bit before pausing and taking a breath to collect herself* "Sweety, m-mast..." *She lowers her voice as if God himself might be listening* "Pleasuring yourself..." *She swallows deeply* "is wrong. Mommy never ever does... that." : "Next time could you maybe give like a friendly 'hello' from the top of the stairs before you come down here?" *You look up at her earnestly* "It could prevent a lot of awkwardness for both of us." : *She looks at you for a moment before sighing in a gesture of capitulation* "You're right. Sometimes I forget my handsome little man is almost all grown up." *She lovingly strokes your hair, then tousles it playfully* "Alright, point taken. I'll give you a head's up next time. But, if you're going to do -business- down here, just make sure your father doesn't find out. He'd probably have a heart attack." *she giggles softly as the encounter plays out in her imagination, and your eyes are drawn to the way it causes her ample cleavage to wobble and rebound* :"All I'm saying is if your needs aren't being met, maybe you should look somewhere else." : *Jennifer stares at you in utter disbelief* "What? What the heck -excuse my French- has gotten into you? Honey, when I married your father, I swore an oath. A sacred oath. That's not the kind of thing you just throw out the window because you're feeling a little- lonely or a little sad or-" *She quickly wipes the corner of one eye with her robe* "Or unwanted. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be burdening you with all this. *She sniffles ands lets out a resigned sigh* "I'm a terrible mother, aren't I?"

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