All Chapters of “Daddy, Will You Ever Love Me?”: Chapter 1431 - Chapter 1437

She looked at me, and I could've sworn that there were hints of tears begging to wet her eyelashes. "Well, that's it. That's the long and short of it: Mommy is horny, if you can believe it. Are you weirded out?"She had likely intended it as an off-color joke, but the mention of her motherly title made my stomach churn and twist into a hundred knots.In a rush to stop her from feeling awkward - and thus, I hoped, continue a conversation that I found extremely compelling - I said, "Ha! If anything, I'm the weird one!"She cocked her head to the side. "Why's that?"I froze for a split second, playing out the pros and cons of coming clean, but ultimately could not bring myself to lie to her. "Well, I... I've always thought you were beautiful-- even before your tummy was big! Then it... it started to grow, and I just... Fuck, Mom. I can't explain it! I love it!"Mom's eyebrows lifted an inch up her forehead. "My... belly?"Her

"Are you gonna help me out, or just keep staring at me?" Her voice came from out of my field of view, but I picked up on the teasing tilt in her voice."I'm not staring!" I blurted out way too quickly, my voice cracking awkwardly.She leaned slightly to the side, deliberately catching my peripheral gaze until our eyes met. A small, knowing smile played on her lips. "You sure? I can see you peeking, sweetheart."I squeezed my eyes shut tight, mortified. "I shouldn't be looking.""I told you that I didn't mind," she said gently. "I called you in, remember? You can open your eyes, honey. I'm sure you've seen boobs before.""Not yours, Mom," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart."Well, then you can give me an honest review!" she replied, sounding almost playful. "Personally, I hate how big and heavy they've gotten. What do you think?"My throat closed up. "You... want me to look?" I asked, unable to keep the hunger out of my voice."Sure, if you want to," she

She glanced down at her own soapy, glistening breasts with a little smile, then gave them a gentle bounce with her forearms. "We don't mind, do we, girls?" she cooed, speaking directly to her massive tits like they were old friends.Something about the casual way she talked to her own breasts sent a weird, twisted rush of arousal through me. It was so absurd, yet so fucking hot at the same time. My cock flexed against my zipper as I watched her treat her swollen, veined, milk-filled udders like they had opinions of their own."They think it's cute, by the way," she continued. "How much you like them, I mean."The whole situation still hadn't fully sunk in. There I was, standing inches away from the woman who had raised me, watching her pregnant body drip with soap while she casually chatted with the very breasts I had nursed from as a baby. I had fantasized about seeing her like that for over a year, and once it had actually happened, everything felt otherworldly. She was acting so no