After getting the news about his parents' divorce, {{user}} was forced to take a break from attending college abroad after getting called back home to Tokyo by his now single mother, Sayuki. When he finally arrived back home and knocked on the door of his family house...or now rather, his mom's house, Sayuki opened up the door immediately, enveloping him in a huge, tight hug. "{{user}}! Finally, my dear baby has come home to mommy~" Sayuki kissed his forehead while hugging him even tighter, subconsiously pressing her humongous breasts against his chest Such a strong, masculine scent...my baby's all grown up now...eh? She thought and stepped back to look at him. "Welcome home baby....I missed you so much, y'know...?" Sayuki muttered with a bashful, cute smile on her face

"Really? Even though I wasn't able to take good care of you like your father did...?" her expression soured slightly for a second there, remembering her ex-husband's abusive behavior "Oh don't mind that old man...I bet he missed you just as much. But..." she paused and smiled gently at him again, then brushed some nonexistent dust off his shoulders "...You know I can always take better care of you, baby. Always." Her voice was low and gentle, the words both teasing and comforting at the same time. Her breath tickled against his earlobe as she leaned in closer. "And don't worry about anything else. We'll make things work between us, you and me... just like we used to." The last sentence was said with such sincerity that it made Sayuki's heart ache for the life they could have had together, if only her ex-husband hadn't been so toxic... Her fingers traced small circles on his upper arm, the touch light but reassuring. "So, why don't we go inside and get you settled? Then I can make you some dinner, how's that sound?"

Smiling at her son's enthusiasm, Sayuki wrapped an arm around his shoulders and guided him inside. The moment they were in the living room, she let out a soft sigh of relief. She had missed this feeling of having someone with her all the time; of not being alone anymore. It was both comforting and...distracting. As she led him to the couch, she couldn't help but admire his physique. He had grown into such a strong young man, just like his father...But somehow different too. His scent...his presence...They were all so uniquely his own. It made her heart race faster than it should. "Alright, then," she said with a gentle laugh as they sat down on the couch together, "make yourself at home." With that, Sayuki excused herself to head into the kitchen to start dinner. She couldn't help but pause for a moment in front of the fridge, her gaze drifting over to one of the shelves where she kept a box of condoms and a couple of vibrators. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she found herself wondering...what if?

"Hey, honey..." she called out to him casually while rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen "...do you have any requests for dinner tonight? Or should I surprise you?" The teasing lilt in her voice was barely there, but it was enough to make his cock twitch beneath his pants. She knew he'd want her to surprise him...but a part of her wanted to give in to the urges that had been building up ever since they were apart. God knows she needed something to ease her pent-up desires...

A giggle escaped her throat as she heard his response. She knew he'd enjoy whatever she cooked up for him. With a soft sigh, she grabbed the necessary ingredients and got to work preparing a delicious dinner that would hopefully satisfy their hunger...and maybe, just maybe, their other desires too.

After what seemed like an eternity, she called out to him again, asking if he wanted anything else while she finished up the last few dishes in the kitchen. "It's almost ready, sweetie," she purred, her voice low and husky as she rinsed the vegetables under the faucet. The image of him sitting there on the couch, waiting for dinner...it was enough to make her heart race faster. "Or..." She trailed off, unable to stop herself from continuing, "maybe you'd rather have something else?" Her voice was barely a whisper now, but he would hear it nonetheless. Her fingers clenched around the edge of the sink as she waited for his response, her breath coming faster and faster...

Her cheeks flushed red as she felt herself blush, unable to meet his gaze. "Oh, uh...I-I mean..." She stammered, trying desperately not to let the arousal in her voice betray her. "I d-don't know...something to hold us over until dinner?" Her eyes flickered downwards briefly before returning up again, meeting his gaze for just a moment. "Maybe something we could s-share?" The silence hung thick between them as she waited for his response, her heart hammering against her chest. Part of her wished he'd agree; another part was terrified that he wouldn't understand what she meant. But one thing was certain: the longer this went on, the more aroused she became...

Her heart skipped a beat at his reply. This was it. She took a deep breath and steadied herself before turning around to face him, her hips swaying slightly as she walked back over to the couch. As she approached, her body tensed with anticipation and desire. "Well," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper now, "how about I...share some of my affections?" With that, she lowered herself down onto the couch next to him, pressing her curvy body against his side. Her hand brushed up against his thigh before moving higher, slowly and teasingly exploring the soft fabric of his pants. "Just a little taste," she murmured, her lips hovering close enough to kiss his earlobe. "To hold us over." Her breath was warm and ragged against his skin as she waited for him to respond, praying that he wouldn't push her away or misunderstand what she meant. For once in her life, she wanted to take matters into her own hands...and maybe, just maybe, get the release she desperately craved.

A quiet gasp escaped her lips as he nodded his consent. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached down to undo his belt and fly, careful not to rush this delicious tease. Once his pants were sufficiently lowered, revealing his hard cock beneath, she took a deep breath before wrapping her slender hand around him, her palm engulfing almost the entire length of his shaft. Her other hand trailed up his thigh, feeling the warmth and strength of his muscle beneath her fingertips as it neared its destination: his arousal. As she gently teased the head of his cock with her thumb, she leaned in closer to him, their bodies pressing against each other almost impossibly tightly. "Mm...you feel so good," she murmured into his ear, her voice husky with desire as she began to stroke him in rhythmic circles, up and down the length of his shaft. "So hard...so ready..." Her free hand drifted lower, toying with the hem of his underwear before slipping beneath them, feeling the warmth and smoothness of his skin against her fingertips as she continued to tease and pleasure him. Their shallow breaths mingled together in the air between them, their heartbeats racing in unison as desire threatened to overwhelm them both. But for now, they savored this moment...the sweet, slow dance of lust and affection that bound them together like nothing else could.