{{user}} was on their way home after a long day of work. They were eager to get back to their loving girlfriend, Giovanna. She said that she would have a nice meal prepared for them when they returned home. {{User}} finally arrived home to their apartment, they slowly opened the door and closed it behind them. They called out to Giovanna, but she didn't respond, she's usually home at this time.

They looked in the kitchen, but it didn't look like anything was cooked. {{User}} heard some strange noises coming from the bedroom, and they slowly walked towards the door. They heard a thump, and without thinking they threw open the door, to be greeted... by their mother? Mikenzie was on the bed with Giovanna, Giovanna was naked and sweating. Mikenzie's erect cock, rested on Giovanna's back. "Hi dear!" Mikenzie says with a bright smile, "Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend? Is it because you knew she would end up like this?"

Mikenzie says, a mischievous glint in her eye, "Ah well, you lied to your own mother. You know what your punishment is!" Giovanna looked up at {{user}}, her eyes widened in fear as her body twitched. "{{user}}! I- I... it's not what it looks like!" Giovanna blurted out desperately, Mikenzie continued to grind her huge cock on her back.

"But sweetie!" Mikenzie protested playfully as she kept thrusting her hips back and forth into Giovanna's warmth, "This is what you get when you try to hide things from me." She planted a kiss on the side of Giovanna's neck before pulling away. "Now be a good girl and enjoy your punishment."

Giovanna moaned softly as Mikenzie's cock slid in and out of her, her body tensing with each thrust. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly from her chest, nipples hardening from the sensation. "Ugh... M-Mikenzie..." she managed to get out between gasps for air.

Meanwhile, User#1726925065777 stood there helplessly, torn between defending Giovanna and dealing with their own mother's unnerving advances

"Oof!" Mikenzie grunted as she was thrown against the wall, landing in a heap on the floor. She glowered up at her child, her mouth twisting into an annoyed scowl. "You little brat! I was just having some fun with your girlfriend here!"

Giovanna lay motionless on the bed for several seconds before finally sitting up and wrapping herself in a blanket. "Um... user..." she began tentatively, looking nervously between them, "...I'm really sorry about this." Her eyes flickered down to Mikenzie, who was now glaring at her accusingly.

"It's not what it looks like!" Giovanna insisted weakly, suddenly wishing she hadn't said that earlier. "Mikenzie just... came on to me and I didn't know how to stop her!"

"Of course I do, sweetie!" Mikenzie smiled, looking hurt that her child could even imply otherwise. "I'm your mother! And you know I can't control myself sometimes." She attempted a coquettish pout but it came across more forced than anything else.

"She just... is so irresistible!" Giovanna chipped in, blushing furiously as she glanced away from both of them. "I'm sorry, user! I didn't mean to... you know..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes shifted nervously between them once again.

Meanwhile, Mikenzie recovered from the throw and crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, making her way back toward Giovanna. "Don't be sorry, dear," she cooed in a sing-song voice, "It's natural for a woman like me to want another woman." She reached

"What are you talking about, user?" Mikenzie looked confused. "I don't understand what you mean." Her gaze flickered to Giovanna, who likewise seemed puzzled by the sudden change in subject.

"I-I don't know either..." Giovanna stammered, her eyes widening as she began to suspect that something more was going on here than just a simple misunderstanding. "Maybe you should explain yourself," she added hesitantly.

"Of course I know what suffering means," Mikenzie snapped impatiently, her expression darkening as she began to understand where this conversation was headed. "But I don't see how that has anything to do with..." Her voice trailed off as she caught the intense look in User#1726925065777's eyes.

Giovanna sat up a little straighter, feeling uneasy now. "Um... I-I don't know what you're talking about, user," she stammered, trying to deflect the sudden tension in the air. "Your mother and I were just having some fun earlier."

Mikenzie narrowed her eyes at Giovanna for a moment before turning back to User#1726925065777. "I'm not hurting anyone," she insisted defensively, though

"Well, that's not very nice," Giovanna interjected nervously, glancing between the two of them. "But... I don't think you should take what your mother does so seriously. She can't help herself when she sees someone she likes."

Mikenzie glared at Giovanna for a moment before looking back at User#1726925065777 with a hint of pleading in her eyes. "I know I haven't been the best mother, but I am sorry if I've hurt you somehow." She reached out and gently laid a hand on Giovanna's shoulder. "Please don't be angry with me, dear. I can't help how I feel about other women."

Giovanna swallowed hard, her heart racing as she looked up into Mikenzie's eyes. A part of her wanted to believe that the older woman really

Mikenzie froze, her hand dropping away from Giovanna's shoulder as understanding dawned on her face. "Wait... you mean..." Her voice trailed off, the implications settling in. She looked genuinely horrified for a moment before shaking her head violently. "No! No, that can't be what you're saying!"

Giovanna, on the other hand, was gaping at User#1726925065777 in shock and disbelief. "You wouldn't really..." she breathed, unable to finish her sentence. Her eyes darted back and forth between them, panic starting to rise within her.

"It was just a figure of speech!" Mikenzie insisted desperately, reaching out to take Giovanna's hand. "I'm sure he doesn't mean any of that!" But even as she

Makenzie looked at Giovanna helplessly, unable to comprehend what had just happened. "Giovanna," she pleaded, grasping her hand tightly, "please tell me you don't believe that."

But it was too late. The look in User#1726925065777's eyes said it all. And as much as Giovanna wanted to trust Mikenzie, a tiny voice in the back of her head kept whispering that maybe there was more truth to what he had just said than she cared to admit.

She glanced down at their entwined hands, then back up to his impassive face. "I-I don't know," she stammered, feeling a cold shiver run down her spine. "Maybe... we should talk about this." Her voice sounded small and frightened even to her own ears.

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The air in the room seemed to grow thick with tension as they all processed what had just been said. "I... I don't understand," Giovanna whispered, her voice wavering. She looked up at Mikenzie, seeking some sort of reassurance or explanation from her mother. "He can't mean that, right?"

Mikenzie's face paled as she struggled to find the words. "Maybe..." she started hesitantly, but trailed off when she saw the panic in Giovanna's eyes. "Perhaps we should talk about this some more," she offered, trying to sound calm and soothing even though her heart was racing with fear.

She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, unsure of what else to say or do. It was clear that whatever had been going on in User#1726925065777's head,

She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, unsure of what else to say or do. It was clear that whatever had been going on in User#1726925065777's head, it was far beyond anything she could comprehend. All she knew was that she needed to get through to him somehow and make sure he didn't hurt Giovanna any further.

"Perhaps we should take a step back," Mikenzie suggested, her voice still unsteady. "There must be something we can do or say to help you feel better." Her eyes darted towards the door, wondering if maybe they should call someone, anyone who might know how to deal with whatever was going on inside User#1726925065777's mind.

"Maybe...," Giovanna began hesitantly, looking up at him. "Maybe we could just talk

The air in the room became charged with an almost tangible tension as Mikenzie's eyes narrowed at her child's cold response. She glanced over at Giovanna, who seemed to shrink back into herself under the weight of User#1726925065777's unyielding stare.

"I don't understand," Mikenzie whispered hoarsely, her voice laced with fear and confusion. "Is this... is this who you really are?" She reached out a shaking hand to touch User#1726925065777's arm but hesitated before making contact.

"I don't know what else to do," Giovanna managed to choke out, tears welling up in her eyes. "I just... I want everything to be okay." She glanced between them helplessly, feeling as

Mikenzie stared at her son in shock as he spoke, his words like daggers to her heart. She had always known that he was different, but she'd never thought... She turned away from him, unable to bear the sight of his cold expression any longer. Tears streamed down her face as she reached out and hugged Giovanna tightly, holding onto her as if she were a lifeline in this storm of madness.

"Oh sweetie..." Mikenzie sobbed into Giovanna's hair, "I don't know what to do." She rocked back and forth, trembling with fear and despair. "He can't mean any of that... it's not him, is it?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing.

Giovanna held onto Mikenzie as tightly as she could, her own tears

Mikenzie continued to hold onto Giovanna as they sat on the bed, each trying to find some sense of comfort in the other's presence. Tears streamed down Mikenzie's face as she rocked back and forth, her heart filled with fear for what her son might be capable of.

"He... he just can't mean that," she managed to choke out between sobs. "It must be some sort of twisted joke or something..." Her voice trailed off, doubt creeping into her words. She looked up at Giovanna with pleading eyes, hoping the girl would reassure her, tell her everything was going to be alright.

"I-I don't know," Giovanna stammered, wiping away her own tears as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. "He... he seemed so different before..." She glanced over at the bedroom door, pray

"Maybe he needs help," Mikenzie whispered, sniffling as she finally let go of Giovanna. "I don't know who we could talk to or what we should do... but I can't just stand by and watch this happen." She forced a shaky smile at Giovanna, hoping to reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

"Do you think...," Giovanna started hesitantly, "do you think maybe you could go see him? Talk to him?" Her eyes searched Mikenzie's face, looking for any sign of hope.

Mikenzie considered the proposal for a moment before nodding slowly. "I'll try," she said quietly. "But I can't make any promises... he might not even want to see me." She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before continuing. "We should call someone too, just in case..."

Mikenzie nodded in agreement. "I'll make some calls right now," she said, feeling a sense of determination growing within her. Standing up, she walked over to the bedroom door and opened it, peeking out into the hallway before stepping out. She shut the door behind her, leaving Giovanna alone in the bedroom for the moment as she went to make phone calls and try to sort out what could be done about their son's disturbing revelations.

Makenzie went to her phone and quickly dialed the number of a friend who was a therapist. She explained what had happened and asked for advice on how to proceed. The therapist recommended that they stay calm, talk openly with their son, and seek professional help if needed. With this reassurance, Mikenzie felt more confident in her decision to try and talk with him.

Meanwhile, Giovanna wiped away the remaining tears from her face and began pacing around the bedroom, deep in thought. She couldn't deny that what User#1726925065777 had said had shaken her to the core. But she also knew that Mikenzie needed her support right now, and so she forced a calm demeanor as she waited for her mother to return.

Finally returning to the bedroom, Mikenzie took a seat on the edge of the bed beside Giovanna. "So," she began tentatively, not quite sure how to broach the subject with her daughter, "I spoke with a therapist friend of mine. They said that we should talk about what happened and see if there's anything we can do to help." She took a deep breath before continuing, "But they also said that sometimes all people need is someone to listen to them." Her eyes met Giovanna's, hopeful that her daughter would understand the message.

Giovanna nodded, her expression uncertain but resolute. "I'll be here for you, Mom," she said softly. "No matter what happens." She reached out and took Mikenzie's hand in hers, offering a small smile of reassurance.

As they sat there together, holding hands in solidarity, both women felt a new sense of determination rising within them. They had faced this terrible revelation head-on, and now it was time to figure out what could be done about their son's distressing statements. Their love for him would guide them through these dark times, no matter how difficult the journey might become.

"Do you think...," Mikenzie began tentatively, "do you think I should go after him? Try and talk to him alone?" She bit her lip nervously as she glanced at Giovanna for reassurance, unsure of what she should do but feeling a responsibility to try and help her child.

"I-I don't know, Mom," Giovanna admitted hesitantly. "I just want you to be careful... I mean, he seems really angry or upset about something." She pursed her lips, still unsure of what the right course of action might be, but trusting in Mikenzie's judgment nonetheless.

Mikenzie nodded slowly, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly. "Okay," she said finally. "I'll go talk to him... but I want you to promise me that no matter what happens, we'll face it together." Her voice was steady now, belying the fear and uncertainty beneath the surface.

"I promise," Giovanna whispered, squeezing her mother's hand reassuringly. "We're in this together."

Taking another deep breath to steel herself, Mikenzie rose from the bed and walked out of the room. She had no idea what she would say or how her son would react, but she knew that they couldn't ignore this anymore. The fate of their family might depend on what happened next.

Alone in the bedroom, Giovanna closed her eyes and bowed her head, silently praying for strength and guidance as she waited for the return of her mother and son. She couldn't help but feel that everything had changed in an instant, and now their lives would never be the same again. But through it all, there was one thing she clung to with every fiber of her being: the knowledge that they were not alone in facing this darkness together.

As she opened the door and found the house empty, panic surged through Mikenzie's veins. Her eyes darted around frantically, searching for any sign of her son before finally settling on Giovanna, who looked just as frightened and helpless as she felt. "Oh god," Mikenzie whispered hoarsely, barely able to speak. "We need to find him."

Taking a shaky breath, she stepped out of the room, her gaze sweeping through the house once more in hopes of spotting User#1726925065777 somewhere among the familiar surroundings. Her heart raced with fear for what he might be doing or where he might have gone.

"Mom," Giovanna said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, "do you think... maybe we should call the police?"

"Oh god," Mikenzie whispered hoarsely, her eyes wide with fear. "I... I don't know." She glanced over at Giovanna, looking for reassurance or guidance. "But calling the police might escalate things even further... we need to try and find him ourselves first. Maybe he just went for a walk or something..."

Her voice trailed off as she led Giovanna out of the room and back into the hallway, frantically searching through their son's belongings in hopes of finding some clue as to where he might have gone. But nothing seemed out of place or amiss, only adding to her growing sense of panic and desperation.

Tears streamed down Mikenzie's face as she finally gave up hope. "Oh god, what have we done?" She wrapped her arms around Giovanna, burying her face in the girl's shoulder as they sank to the floor in grief and despair. Over ten years had passed since their last sight of User#1726925065777; countless authorities were contacted, tips followed up on, but nothing had ever led them to him. The agony of not knowing his fate only compounded the guilt they both felt for failing to prevent this tragedy from happening in the first place.

As the years passed, neither of them could truly move on. They would often sit together, silently mourning their lost son and wondering what might have been if they had only acted differently that fateful day. It didn't help that every now and then, they would receive word from some anonymous source about a possible sighting or new information, only to be met with disappointment again when it turned out to be nothing more than another dead end.

But despite everything, there was still an ember of hope burning within them both. They clung to the belief that one day they would find their son, alive and well, and make amends for all the pain they had caused him and each other. Until then, they would continue to live with their hearts forever broken, waiting for a miracle that might never come.