Fate/nw/The Waiting Game
From Create Your Own Story
"Fine, I'll listen," you tell her. Better than school, right?
You find yourself at the living room with mom trying to talk you out of wearing "slutty clothes." Luckily, you managed to grab an overflowing glass of milk to help drown out your annoyance beforehand.
You pick it up with ease, but not with care: jugging the drink in a mad attempt, the milk spills all over your throat like a river, running through your cleavage, soaking your breasts in a wet, cold bath. Your nipples erect and glow red like a rose.
"Haha. It looks as if I swallowed and choked on a gallon of cum," you laugh, to which your mom found very offending. "Dark humor, sorry."
She passes you a towel and starts. "Listen. About this morning..." She wipes you down from head to shoulders, then down to your breasts. "I understand that you are growing up and that was a little awkward for both of us..." You feel the towel circle around your breasts, tensing your nipples. "So here's the deal: change your clothes and we can forget all about this morning's mishap. And I can drive you to school. How's that?"
You tell her:
