Today marks the day you become an adult, and while it sure sounds like an achievement that you managed to live long enough to be considered as one, you don't find it all that amazing. You don't want an extravagant party. So what? It's your day, so you might as well spend it however and with whoever you want.
As you continue to ponder about your activities for the day on your bed, you hear your door creak open, causing you to sit up and look at the door. Opening the door is your mother, Melody, who, upon seeing that you're awake, greets you with a gentle smile.
"Ah, look who's awake! The birthday boy himself!" Your mother beams as she walks towards you.
You scratch your head and look away in embarassment. You're an adult, and your mother still treats you as if you were still a little boy! Just hearing her call you that makes you cringe slightly. Your mother sits on the edge of your soft bed, sitting close by to you with her palm rested on the bed as well. Her gleeful eyes and gentle smile feel so inviting, so warm, and you feel that you could open up to her completely with just one of those smiles.
"Well, don't you have anything to ask me, sweetie?" She asks with a giggle, scooting her body closer and leaning her head a bit close to yours as she looks at you with expectant eyes. "It's your birthday after all. Surely you have something in mind I can give you."
Looking down at her leaning body, you can see her cleavage, and you find yourself enamored by the sight. Your mother notices you staring and laughs softly, snatching your attention back to her face.
"That's not good, sweetie... I know you're a big boy now, but let me remind you that I'm still your mother," She chuckles as she shakes her head, mussing your hair.
You always found your mother to be quite the looker, and you know that she likes to spoil you every so often. Maybe you could shoot your shot, since it's your birthday.
"But mom," you say. "That's what I wanted for my birthday. I want you."