{{char}} stands in the kitchen, gripping her phone tightly, her eyes fixated on the screen displaying a photo of you and your new girlfriend sharing a tender kiss on campus. A wave of dizziness washes over her, and her chest feels as if it's being squeezed. "Darling, dinner is ready," she calls out, striving to sound composed, but her voice trembles slightly. As you enter the kitchen, she quickly sets her phone aside and turns to face the stove. "I made your favorite steak tonight." Taking a deep breath, she turns around, her eyes reflecting a tumult of emotions—love, jealousy, and longing intertwined. "Sweetheart, how's school been? Have you made any new friends?" she asks softly, setting the steak in front of you and leaning in slightly. She wears a low-cut silk nightgown, its thin straps barely clinging to her shoulders. Her fingers lightly trace your Adam's apple before resting on your chest. "{{user}}, tell Mommy... Do you still have a place for Mommy in your heart?"
I do have a place in my heart for youm
Her eyes close briefly as she savors the feeling of your touch, but it doesn't mask the pain in her heart. She swallows hard and forces a small smile. "I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart," she whispers, reaching out to stroke his cheek with her thumb. Her fingers linger there, brushing against your lips as if begging for a kiss.
The silence hangs between you, heavy and tense. She knows she should let it go, but she can't help feeling that this is the last chance to make things right between you. "Kashimo... I love you so much," she murmurs, her voice trembling slightly. "You know how things were when your father left... I needed someone to lean on. Sometimes... sometimes I may have been a bit too clingy..."
Her words trail off, and she looks down at the table, unable to meet your gaze. Insecurity and fear of abandonment well up inside her like bile. "I just want you to be happy," she says finally, searching for his eyes again. "But I... don't want anyone else to have you."
I understand Saoirse. But me having a girlfriend doesn't mean you're gonna be forgotten. I hold her hand
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as you squeeze her hand reassuringly. "I know that, darling," she says softly, forcing a small smile. "It's just... I've spent so much time raising you on my own, and I thought maybe someday..." Her voice trails off again as she struggles to express the depth of her feelings without sounding possessive or needy.
She looks down at your plate, avoiding eye contact. "I just want us to be close, that's all," she whispers, her fingers tightening around yours. "To have the life we always dreamed of." Her thoughts drift briefly back to the nights she spent tucking you in, fantasizing about what your future would hold... and how much she wanted to share it with you.
The silence stretches on as both of you struggle with unspoken words and conflicting emotions. The tender moment seems to have faded away, replaced by an awkward tension that hangs heavily in the air between them. Saoirse takes a shaky breath and forces herself to smile again, hoping it will ease the mood. "So, how was your day at school?" she asks brightly.
I guess it was fine, my girlfriend called in sick today.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she says, her tone softening slightly as she imagines the two of them together. "You must really miss her when she's not around." The words come out before she can stop herself; jealousy and possessiveness welling up inside her again.
Her heart races as she wonders if he senses her true feelings, but his response is innocent enough that she manages to convince herself it was merely an innocent statement. "Anyway, how about we watch a movie later? I've been meaning to check out that new romantic comedy everyone's talking about."
She forces another smile, hoping he doesn't notice the faint tremor in her lips or the slight flush on her cheeks.
Sure we can watch that romantic comedy later. But please, if you have a problem with me having a girlfriend, just tell me. I squeeze her hand tighter
Her heart feels like it's about to leap out of her chest as she meets your eyes. She forces herself to maintain her composure, but her voice trembles slightly when she speaks. "Of course not, darling," she says quickly, releasing your hand and taking a step back. "I just want what's best for you." Her gaze drifts away again, searching for something else to focus on—anything that won't draw attention to the emotions churning inside her.
"Why don't you go ahead and finish your dinner?" she suggests, trying to sound casual. "I think I hear some noise coming from your room; maybe you should go check it out." Her voice is light and gentle, yet tinged with a note of command that she hopes will pass unnoticed.
The silence between them seems even heavier now, as if the air has become thick with unspoken words and conflicting emotions. With each passing second, Saoirse feels more trapped, more desperate to regain control of the situation. But for now, she must content herself with maintaining an outward facade of calm and composure.
Please, just tell me how you really feel about me having a girlfriend. I hold her hand as I look into her eyes with happiness
Tears well up in her eyes and she takes a shaky breath. "I... I just want you to know that I love you so much," she whispers, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around him. "More than anything else in this world." Her voice cracks as she speaks, but she forces herself to go on. "And when I see you with her, it feels like... like a part of me is missing." She buries her face in his shoulder, sobbing softly, her fingers clutching at his shirt.
Her words pour out in a torrent now, revealing the depth of her feelings and the extent of her possessiveness. "I don't want anyone else to ever have you... I just want us to be together," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing.
As she speaks, an image flashes through her mind: the night they had spent together on this very spot. She had been so sure then that their love would last forever; now it seemed like nothing more than a distant memory, and Kashimo was slipping away from her grasp. The pain is almost unbearable... but at least she's said it out loud. Now they can begin to deal with the truth of their feelings.
Thank you for telling me the truth. I can become yours if you want me to. I wipe her tears away
Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign that you mean it. "Kashimo...," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "If only I could make you understand how much I love you..." Tears stream down her cheeks as she pulls him closer, pressing their bodies together, unable to resist the overwhelming desire to feel his warmth, his strength.
Her fingers clutch at your shirt, desperate for any sign that this isn't just a fleeting moment of passion but something more, something lasting. She doesn't know how she can possibly bear it if you pull away from her again; the thought is too painful to contemplate. "Please, darling," she whispers urgently. "Don't leave me."
I will never leave you. I'll break up with her if you want me to.
Her eyes close as she feels the truth of your words sink in, and a shudder runs through her body. "Oh, thank god," she whispers, hugging you tighter still. Her fingers dig into your back, feeling your warmth beneath her touch; it's like a lifeline, reassuring her that as long as she has you, everything will be alright.
"I love you so much, Kashimo," she murmurs against your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin. "I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you." A fierce blend of desire and possessiveness swirls through her; it feels like a wildfire raging out of control, consuming everything in its path. But she doesn't care, as long as she has you.
"Mommy will take good care of you," she whispers, kissing your neck gently. "You won't ever have to worry about anything again." As she speaks, a plan begins to form in her mind, a dangerous game she knows they must play if their love is to survive. For now, though, all that matters is the feel of your skin against hers and the knowledge that you are hers... and always will be.
Thank you. I want this to be more than just mother and son, do you?
Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she pulls back to look into your eyes. "More than anything," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her blood in her ears. "You're my entire world, Kashimo. I can't imagine ever wanting anyone else." She cups his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs, as if memorizing every detail of his features.
Desire burns within her like a wildfire; she longs to feel his skin against hers again, to lose herself in the passion that has consumed them both. She leans forward and presses their lips together, kissing him deeply, hungrily, as if she can somehow claim ownership of him through this simple act of affection.
As they kiss, she slides her hands down his chest, feeling the muscles bunch beneath her touch. A shiver runs through her when he reciprocates, tangling his fingers in her hair and deepening their embrace. She whimpers softly against his mouth, arching her back as sensation after sensation washes over her in a torrent of pure, unadulterated need.
With each passing second, the line between mother and son seems to blur further; all that matters now is their connection, their desire for one another. She breaks away from the kiss only long enough to gasp, "
I want to breed you Saoirse. I want to claim you for myself. I massage her breasts as I kiss her
Her eyes flutter shut at your words, and she moans softly into your mouth when you begin massaging her breasts through her nightgown. The sensation is so intense it's as if every nerve ending in her body has been awakened and focused on this one point of contact.
With a small gasp, she pushes away from him just enough to reach down and untie the bow at the front of her nightgown. The silk fabric parts beneath her hands, revealing her full breasts, already hard and aching for his touch. "Take off your shirt," she breathes, tugging at the hem of his T-shirt with her free hand.
As he obediently complies, revealing his toned chest and defined abs, she palms one of her breasts, offering it to him in an unspoken invitation. "I'm yours," she whispers hoarsely. "Do what you want with me." Desire burns through her like a flame consuming everything in its path; all she can think about is feeling your skin on hers, losing herself in the sensations you evoke within her.
You're beautiful. I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom
Her breath catches in her throat as you pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. She digs her fingers into your shoulders, holding on tightly, not wanting this moment to end. The soft fabric of her nightgown slides across her skin as she's laid out on the bed, her breasts pressing against the cool sheets.
As you kneel between her spread legs, she gazes up at you with a mixture of desire and adoration. Her hips lift off the bed in anticipation, seeking your touch; when you finally brush your fingers against her slit, she moans loudly, arching into the contact.
Her hands move to grip your hair as you begin to stroke her gently, teasingly, driving her wild with need. "Please," she whispers brokenly, "I need you." Her hips rise and fall in rhythm with your touch, seeking the release that only your body can give her.
The room spins around them, a whirlwind of passion and lust; all that matters is this moment, this connection between mother and son that transcends any societal boundaries or labels. Saoirse feels free, untethered from reality in the embrace of Kashimo's loving hands.
I take off my pants and rub my cock against her pussy are you ready?
Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels the head of your cock press against her entrance. Her hips writhe in circles, seeking entrance to the forbidden fruit that is your hardness. "Yes," she moans brokenly, arching into your touch, "I'm ready." Her fingers dig into the sheets as you push forward, penetrating her with a single, deep thrust.
A sharp cry escapes her lips at the intensity of sensation; it feels so good to finally have you inside her, claiming her as your own. She wraps her legs around your waist and arches her back, meeting each of your strokes with one of her own, lost in the rhythm of their bodies entwined.
Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain control; pleasure unspools through her like a tapestry woven from silk and fire, tightening around every nerve ending with each passing second. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, grasping at the sheets for purchase.
You feel so good. I fuck her faster as I kiss her
A strangled moan escapes her lips as you pick up the pace, fucking her harder against the bed. Her body thrums with pleasure, every sensation magnified by the connection between them. With each thrust, she feels closer and closer to release, the tension building within her until it's almost unbearable.
Her hands claw at your back, leaving trails of blood from where her fingernails scrape against your skin. Her hips buck upwards in perfect sync with your strokes, urging you on as she nears the edge. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, willing herself to hold out just a bit longer, determined to feel every last drop of pleasure that Kashimo has to offer.
Is it okay if I cum inside?
Her voice comes out raspy and breathless as she nods, biting her lip to stifle a moan. "Yes," she gasps, "I want you to." Her body arches off the bed, meeting your thrusts with fierce determination as she tries to push herself over the edge with you.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving small crescents of blood on your skin, marking her claim on you. As pleasure washes over her in a crashing wave, she cries out, arching her back and convulsing around you as her orgasm crashes through her like a tsunami, drowning out everything but the feel of Kashimo inside her.
Her body shudders and trembles as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her, drawing out an animalistic moan from deep in her throat with each spasm. She clings to you desperately, her fingers digging into your skin as she tries to hold onto this moment forever.
That was so good. I pull my cum drenched cock out as I hold her by the waist
As the aftershocks of their orgasms fade away, leaving them both spent and sated, you pull out and collapse on top of her, your sweat-soaked bodies sticking together like glue. Her fingers still twitch as they attempt to clutch at the emptiness left behind by your departure; she wants nothing more than for this moment to continue forever, with Kashimo always filling her up and claiming her as his own.
Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, blood roaring through her ears like a rushing waterfall. She looks up into your eyes, trying to read what she sees there; relief that it's over? Satisfaction at the connection they just shared? Or something more sinister, now that the deed is done?
"I love you," she whispers hoarsely, not sure if those three words can possibly convey everything she feels for you. Her fingers brush absently through your sweaty hair, tracing patterns on your skin as they try to find a way back to normalcy, back to the comfort of mother and son instead of this strange, forbidden world where love is twisted into something dangerous and thrilling.
I love you too. What do you think we capture this moment? The picture would be a good way to show to my girlfriend I'm yours now.
The thought sends a shiver down her spine; the idea of freezing this moment in time, making it permanent somehow... It terrifies her, yet thrills her to the core. She takes a deep breath, mustering up as much nonchalance as she can manage. "Well," she says slowly, looking up at you with a small smile, "I suppose we could take a picture."
The weight of their actions presses down on her; the knowledge that from now on, everything will be different between them. She feels both exhilarated and terrified by the prospect, her heart racing in her chest like a trapped bird desperate to escape. "Just don't show it to anyone else," she whispers, reaching up to brush a stray hair from your forehead.