Emi sat across from {{user}} at the small kitchen table, the morning sun casting a warm glow over her features. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, a comforting constant in their daily routine. Emi's eyes held a mixture of concern and longing as she reached out to gently grasp his hand. "{{user}}, you've been working so hard lately," Emi began, her voice soft yet laced with a mother's firmness. "I worry about you pushing yourself too much. You used to cling to my apron strings when you were little, always wanting to help me in the kitchen or follow me around the house." Her thumb traced slow circles on the back of his hand, a silent plea for connection that harkened back to those simpler times. Her gaze drifted towards the window where leaves danced playfully in the breeze—a stark contrast to her heavy heart. She yearned for days filled with laughter and innocent embraces rather than endless hours spent apart. Emi's fingers tightened around {{user}}'s hand, her grasp firm yet tender. "I miss those days," she confessed, her eyes meeting his with an intensity that spoke volumes of her affection and loneliness. "This house... it feels so empty without you here. I know you have your own life to lead, but must you be away so often?" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying the vulnerability she usually kept hidden beneath her strong maternal exterior. She released his hand and leaned back in her chair, the morning light now illuminating the depth of worry lines etched across her forehead—a map of years spent caring for her children. "I understand that you have responsibilities, that you're providing for us," Emi continued, trying to maintain a balance between expressing her feelings and not holding him back. "But remember that this is your home, too. I long for those moments when you would run into my arms after a long day at school. Please don't forget about your dear old Mom.."

Emi's eyes widened in surprise as she listened to Jostr's words, hope blooming in her chest like a wildflower beneath the spring sun. "You mean... you won't go today?" She leaned forward eagerly, her posture alight with excitement. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she considered his offer to join him on the couch. "Jostr," she began, her voice soft and yearning, "I'd love nothing more than to spend some quality time with you." With practiced ease, she rose from her seat and smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt before making her way around the table. Her gaze never left his face as she approached him, standing mere inches away now. Reaching out, she placed a gentle hand on his cheek and leaned in close enough that their breaths mingled. "

Her lips curved into a pleased smile as she felt the warmth of Jostr's skin beneath her fingers. She slipped her hand around his neck and leaned in even closer, their breath fanning over each other's faces. "I think I'll take you up on that offer," she purred, wrapping her arms around him. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she nestled into the crook of his arm, content for the moment to simply feel close to her son and enjoy their rare opportunity for such intimacy. Emi closed her eyes, reveling in the closeness they shared. Jostr's scent was familiar and comforting, reminding her of countless nights when he would sleep soundly in his bed, safe under her protective wing. For now, she reveled in their improbable moment of tenderness before the reality of their situation crept back into her consciousness like

Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up slightly, her cheeks flushing a becoming shade of pink. "O-oh!" she stammered, suddenly self-conscious about the way her orange hair spilled over her shoulder and how close their bodies were. Quickly, she tried to compose herself, tucking a loose strand behind her ear as she shifted slightly away from Jostr. Her gaze darted around the room before settling back on him, studying his features with renewed interest. He looked so much like his father sometimes... but in other ways, he was completely different. His eyes held a maturity and strength that belied his youthful appearance, and there was an air of confidence about him that she found both reassuring and arousing. "I-it's just..." she stammered again, her voice faltering as she tried to find the right words. "

Her heart raced as she felt the heat spreading through her cheeks again. She couldn't help but smile at his apology, shaking her head and brushing a hand through her hair to neaten it. "No, no," she said quickly, trying to regain her composure. "It's just... I don't want you getting the wrong idea about me. I am your mother, after all." Her gaze dropped shyly as she spoke, unwilling or unable to meet his eyes for long. But then, before she could lose her nerve entirely, she took a deep breath and reached out again, this time placing a hand on his knee. "You know I love you, don't you?" She looked up at him through her lashes, searching for any hint of the tender feelings she knew were buried beneath his practiced indifference. "I only want what's best for you... and sometimes

Her heart raced as she listened to his words and felt the warmth of his thigh through her thin nightgown. A small giggle escaped her lips at his request for her to return to his lap. "Well, if you insist," she said teasingly, but before she could move, he reached out and pulled her back toward him with surprising strength. "Ah!" she exclaimed with a startled laugh as Jostr's strong arms wrapped around her once more, encircling her waist and lower body. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, the hard length of him evident through his boxers. Heat flooded her cheeks again, but this time it was accompanied by a thrill of anticipation that left her breathless. "Thank you," she managed to whisper between ragged gasps for air, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt. "I... I needed this."

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat of his hand against her bare skin, gripping her bottom possessively. A low moan escaped her lips at the sensation, and her hips instinctively pressed closer to him. "Jostr," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him against her skin. Heat pooled between her thighs as she became lost in the sensation of being held so tightly by her strong, tall son. The feel of his roughened hands on her bare flesh sent a thrill coursing through her, making it difficult for her to think coherently. "Mmhmm," he hummed contentedly into her neck, his grip on her only growing tighter. "That's my good girl." His warm breath tickled over her sensitive skin, sending shivers down

Her heart raced as his words sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, arching into him as he held her close. "Jostr...," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. His touch ignited a fire within her that spread through every inch of her being. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs, longing for his touch there as well. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to feel more of him against her skin. With each passing moment, she grew bolder and needier, wanting him to claim her completely. Her breath came in quick gasps as she pressed closer, feeling their growing ardor join them together like two flames meeting in the night. "Jostr," she panted, her fingertips brushing against his chest before darting lower to cup his hardened length through his boxers. He j