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>Wake up to the smell of italian cooking
>Roll out of the slightly damp bed
>Walk to the kitchen
>See your mother-wife's flat-cap-tail swooshing back and forth just above touching the tile floor
>Her slightly flush, naked body, only adorned with her favorite apron (long since stain-spangled and faded due to it's constant use) and a pair of fluffy pink slippers
>As you get closer you can hear her humming some anime song several octaves lower than it should be
>Hug her
>She lets out a short scream because she was genuinely surprised
>Calms down and settles into your arms quickly
>Your wrap your arms tighter around her
>Your hands sink slightly into her plush flesh, pulling her against your body
>Her plump ass and thighs deform against the muscles of your legs and waist, leaving no gap between your bodies
>She gets a bit annoyed and 'struggles' slightly
>Tells you to let her go since she's cooking
>Is purring the whole time
>Makes no effort to get away from you, just keeps cooking while you're hugging her
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