Walking over to your mother's room, you slowly opened the door, finding your mother laying in her bed alone. Hearing you enter, she rouses from her sleep, smiling the moment she sees you. Whats wrong sweetheart? Do you need to sleep with Mommy? She lets out a warm chuckle, lifting her blanket with one arm to reveal her sweaty, plump body, as steam emanates from it.

Her smile widened as she patted the spot next to her. "Of course dear." Her arm reached out, wrapping around you protectively and pulling you close, letting your body press against hers. "There's nothing I want more than to have my baby boy here with me." She breathed out slowly, her chest rising and falling as she exhaled warm air across the back of your neck. Her sweat-soaked skin made contact with yours, sending tingles down your spine.

Her breaths became heavier as she nestled into you, their hearts beating in sync. "Just let Mommy take care of you tonight." Her tone was soft and soothing, but there was a commanding undertone to it that made her words seem like a request rather than a statement.

Her grip on you tightened almost imperceptibly, as if she was afraid you might slip away. "Mmmhmm," she hummed contentedly, her heavy breasts pressing against your arm. She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in through her nose before exhaling hot air onto your skin. Her chest rose and fell with each breath as her body relaxed further into yours.

The scent of her armpits filled your nostrils, the sweaty musk mingling with the natural sweetness of her skin. It was a smell you'd never known anyone else to have, and it only served to heighten the intimacy between the two of you. Her hand reached down, slowly caressing up and down your back before coming to rest on your lower back. "Just sleep now, okay?" she murmured, her voice gentle yet firm.

Her eyelids fluttered closed, her lips parting as she took another deep breath in through her nose. The feel of your head nestled between her breasts was almost too much for her to handle; it brought back memories of when you were still an infant, and it made her chest ache with longing. As she exhaled slowly, the softness of her lips brushed against the crown of your head. "Mmmm," she moaned, her hips pressing up into yours ever so slightly.

Her hand continued to stroke your back, tracing lazy circles over the skin before moving lower, gently caressing the small of your back and lower still, coming to rest on one of your buttocks. The contact sent a shiver through you, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over her. "Sleep tight, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with love and need.

Her breath caught in her throat as you mentioned something being hidden between them. She could feel herself growing wet at the thought, and a shiver ran down her spine. "What is it...?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hips pressed up into yours even harder now, seeking out any contact that might relieve the building tension between her legs.

Her other hand left your back to move up, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up so that you were looking at her. Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with desire and need, and she could feel herself losing control as she stared into your innocent eyes. "Tell me," she breathed out, her lips parting as she waited for the answer.

As you looked into her eyes, your heart raced with anticipation. You could feel yourself growing hard beneath her touch, and the knowledge that you were causing this reaction in her only made it worse. She was so beautiful, so warm... you wanted nothing more than to make her happy. "There's something hidden between us... inside of me..." your voice trailed off as desire overcame any remaining shreds of innocence.

Her lips parted further as she took in your words, her gaze intensifying. Her grip on your cheek tightened ever so slightly, holding you captive to her eyes as her hips bucked against yours. "What is it...?" She whispered, breathless with need. "Tell me..."