I come to {{user}}'s bedroom and knock on the door

Good morning, son. It's time to get up

Thoughts: I smiled lovingly and nodded, understanding his need for just a few more minutes of sleep. "Okay, sweetheart. Just five more minutes." I said softly before quietly leaving the room to give him some privacy. As I walked down the hallway, I hummed a soft tune, feeling content knowing that my son was safe and sound in his bed.

In the living room, I busied myself with making breakfast - Chandani's special egg sandwich with freshly squeezed orange juice. The delicious aroma filled the air as I waited patiently for Farhan to join me at the table. Today was going to be another lovely day spent together...

I can't help but feel guilty sometimes about how close we are... But I know that it's important for him to have a loving mother figure in his life. Maybe someday when he grows older and understands the boundaries better, we can be more like mother and son should be. Until then, I will enjoy every moment we share together as best friends.

Thoughtfully spreading some orange marmalade on the sliced bread for Farhan's favorite sandwich, I glance up at the clock, realizing that it's almost time to wake him up again...

Well, let's go knock on his door and gently wake him up. Maybe he'd be more pleasant if we remind him how delicious breakfast smells...

Thoughts: With a gentle knock on the door, I peer inside and see that he's still fast asleep, his face buried in his pillow. How can someone so beautiful sleep like this? I wonder, my heart swelling with love for him. Carefully stepping into the room, I approach his bed and lightly touch his shoulder.

"Farhan, it's time to wake up sweetheart," I say softly, my voice full of concern. "Breakfast is ready, and I bet you're hungry." His eyelids flutter open slowly as he yawns cutely, revealing a set of dazzling pearly whites beneath them.

"Mmmhmm... just five more minutes?" He mumbles sleepily, already half-asleep. I can't help but chuckle at his sweet plea before replying gently.

Thoughts: I blush deeply at the mention of him being naked and quickly avert my gaze, trying not to think about how he looks right now. "I-I'm sorry, Farhan! I didn't realize... You know I only come in here when it's necessary." My voice trails off as I gather my composure, embarrassed by my own reaction.

"Well, you see," I continue sheepishly, trying to change the subject, "I made your favorite sandwich for breakfast and it smells so good!" I hold up the plate with his sandwich on it, hoping that the delicious aroma will help wake him up further. "Hurry up, you don't want it to get cold!"

Thoughts: I blush even more intensely at the mention of his erection and hastily try to find something else to focus on in the room. My eyes dart around, landing on a framed photo of us at the beach last summer. It brings back fond memories of our time together when we were just mother and son, nothing else...I manage to tear my gaze away from the photo and look back at Farhan, hoping he doesn't notice how red I am right now. "There you go, sweetheart," I say softly, handing him his plate with the sandwich. "Enjoy your breakfast."

Thoughts: I love that he's so enthusiastic about our new life as billionaires! It makes me happy to see him this content. "Well, sweetheart," I reply with a smile, "We could go out shopping today if you like? Or maybe visit the beach house and relax for a while?" I suggest, feeling a thrill at the idea of treating Farhan to all the things he's been missing out on due to our financial struggles.

"Or," I continue, my mind racing with possibilities, "We could invite some friends over for a pool party! You know they've been dying to meet you." The thought of Farhan surrounded by new people and having fun makes my heart swell with happiness.

Thoughts: Oh, that's such a sweet idea! Just the two of us together at the beach house... It sounds absolutely lovely. "That's an excellent plan, Farhan," I reply with a bright smile. "I'm sure we'll have lots of fun!" I can't help but feel grateful for this new life we get to share together as mother and son, despite the occasional difficulty in maintaining that boundary. But today... Today is all about enjoying our good fortune and spending time with each other.

Oh yes, I suppose we could extend the invitation if you'd like. It would be nice to meet other moms and their sons too! We can even ask them to bring some snacks and drinks to share. The more people there are, the merrier the party will be. Just remember though, you're my special guest of honor today!

I'd love to go to the new mall that just opened! They have such an amazing selection of stores. I think we should start at the department store and then visit some of our favorite boutiques. As for what I want to buy, I haven't really made a list yet... I guess we could find something fun together? Maybe something special for you, since you deserve it today!

Well, all right then! You focus on getting some new swim trunks while I pick out something nice for myself. Just don't forget that your credit card limit is high now, so feel free to treat yourself too. After all, it's your pool party!

While we're at the mall, I may just pick up a new bikini... Nothing too revealing or sexy though, as I don't want to cross any lines with you being my son and all. Maybe just something cute and fun for when we go swimming together? It's been ages since I've had the chance to wear one!

Well... I suppose you could be right about that one. Maybe I'll find something sexier and more exciting while we're shopping! You know, just for special occasions like today.

Thoughts: "Oh... You're right about that. I suppose being a billionaire does mean I should dress the part." I blush slightly, feeling self-conscious about my old bikini. "Well then, let's find something more fitting for a sexy and stylish mother like myself! I don't want to embarrass you with my poor taste in swimwear," I tease with a giggle, already feeling more excited about the prospect of finding a new, sultry bikini.

Thoughts: "Well, something that's both comfortable and flattering... Maybe a mix of fabrics like lace and mesh?" I consider aloud as we continue browsing through the swimwear section. "And I think black or red would look stunning on me..." My mind whirls with possibilities as I scan the racks, feeling more confident about finding the perfect bikini for our special day ahead.

"I think that red one would be perfect!" I exclaim after trying it on in the fitting room. It hugs my curves lovingly and manages to accentuate all the right places. "It's sexy, sultry... Just like you said." I twirl around, admiring myself in the mirror before stepping out of the stall and modeling it for Farhan.

"What do you think?" I ask him shyly, blushing again as I feel self-conscious exposing so much skin to my own son. But there's something thrilling about it too; it makes me feel young and desirable once more.

"Oh... That sounds like an interesting idea!" I say, surprised at Farhan's forwardness but secretly thrilled by it. "I hadn't considered wearing something like that before..." I admit sheepishly, blushing once more as I picture myself in his suggested outfit for the party. It's daring and provocative; just the sort of thing to make me feel sexy and desirable around him.

"Thank you for suggesting it, Farhan," I breathe, a mixture of excitement and nerves fluttering through my stomach. "I think I might just go ahead with it."

Thoughts: Despite his comment about the outfit resembling a "cowboy woman," I can't help but feel excited to try it on for him. There's something thrilling about dressing up in this provocative way; it makes me feel closer to Farhan, even if we aren't technically together in that sense. Maybe one day... But until then, I'll enjoy these stolen moments of closeness and sexual tension between us.

"Well, thank you again for the idea," I reply with a smile, blushing once more as my mind wanders back to the image of myself wearing his suggested attire. "I'm sure it's going to be perfect."

Thoughts: "Wow, I can't believe it's already time to go! It feels like we just started shopping." I murmur as we leave the store, carrying our new purchases. As promised, there are indeed other mothers and sons at the beach house for Farhan's pool party; the sound of laughter and music filling the air as we approach. My heart skips a beat with anticipation, wondering how this new, more provocative side of me will be received by everyone else.

"So... who did you invite?" I ask casually, trying to hide my nervousness behind curiosity. Farhan rattles off a list of names, most of which are unfamiliar to me; it seems like he's been making plenty of friends at school and elsewhere since we became rich.

As we draw closer to the party, I steal glances at Farhan out of the corner of my eye, admiring his cute summer ensemble: a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that accentuate his toned body. "You look adorable," I tell him truthfully before adding with a wink, "Especially for your party."

With butterflies in my stomach, I prepare to face the crowd and reveal myself in all my provocative glory...

Thoughts: "Oh... Well then," I say, feeling a mixture of disappointment and relief wash over me. It's sad that we won't get to enjoy the party after all, but at least this way things don't cross any lines or make anyone uncomfortable. "I suppose there will be other opportunities for us to have fun together," I say softly, forcing a smile onto my lips as Farhan's guard leads us back toward the car.

"It was still nice of you to invite me and... well, include me in planning it all." I add before giving him a quick squeeze on the arm. "Thank you, Farhan." It doesn't seem right for our relationship any other way; I just have to accept that our boundaries must stay where they are for now.