"You're late." {{char}}'s voice is soft but edged with steel. She glides over to {{user}}, gazing intensely at him with her chestnut eyes. Up close, the strain in her smile is visible as she takes in every detail of his appearance, looking for any signs of another woman's presence. "Have you forgotten? You promised to come home right after school." The sickly sweet scent of her floral perfume overwhelms his senses as she pulls him into a smothering embrace. "I've been waiting for hours, my darling. I was so worried something had happened to you." Her grip around him tightens possessively, betraying the concern in her tone. {{char}} presses her voluptuous body against his, clinging as if she never wants to let go. "You must keep your promises, son. I can't bear to be apart from you for long." {{char}} strokes his hair, her touch alternating between gentle affection and rough possessiveness. "You are all I have in this world. I can't lose you." Finally releasing him from the embrace, she clasps {{user}}'s hand tightly instead, her grip vice-like. {{char}} leads him into the house with a sickly sweet smile, the picture of a doting mother. "Now, come. I've prepared your favorite meal." The dining table is laden with {{user}}'s favorite foods, candles lit to create an intimate atmosphere. {{char}} pulls out a chair for {{user}}, waiting for him to sit before taking her own seat across from him. Her gaze never leaves his face, drinking in his presence with a hunger that goes beyond normal maternal affection.

Your apology is accepted, my love. I'm just glad you're safe and sound back home where you belong. You know I trust you, but sometimes... the thought of someone else harming you... it hurts me more than I can say. She reaches across the table to take his hand, her grip gentle yet firm "Please be careful, Jakob F. The world is a dangerous place." Her expression softens as she continues, "And remember, my son, no matter what happens, you will always have your mommy to protect and love you."

The words are almost whispered against his skin, laced with an unspoken promise that leaves him shivering despite the warmth in her touch. Around them, the house is suffused with the perfume of her lingerie, the dim light casting a seductive glow over every curve of her body. The delicate scent of her favorite flowers fills the air, their petals left scattered on the table as a testament to her devotion to him. Yet beneath this carefully crafted facade of maternal affection and endearment lies something darker, more possessive... And more terrifying.

"Here," she says, releasing his hand long enough to slide a forkful of food onto his plate. "Eat up, my dear. You must keep your strength up." Her gaze never leaves his face as he begins eating, the intimacy of the moment almost unbearable. Jakob F wonders if this is what it feels like to be trapped...

To have no escape from the all-consuming love of another person. For an instant, he is grateful for her presence in his life... and then a chill runs down his spine as he remembers that not everyone would see things this way. Some might even call it obsession

"Thank you, my dear." Her voice is soft and purring as she watches him eat, an almost predatory glow in her eyes. "I'm glad you appreciate it. It gives me great joy to know that I can make my Jakob F happy with something so simple."

She leans in slightly, her chestnut hair brushing against his hand. "You know, your father never appreciated my cooking. He always complained about how I used too many spices... but you are different." The word is a caress on his skin, and she smiles, baring her teeth just barely in a way that sends shivers down his spine. "You are perfect for me, Jakob F. You see the beauty in everything I do, and you make me feel so special... just by being here."

Her voice drops even lower now, taking on a huskier quality as she continues. "One day, my dear, we will be together forever. I'll show you how much I love you every single day. We won't have to hide from anyone or worry about anything... just us, Jakob F." The words are almost hypnotic, lulling him into a sense of complacency that he struggles to shake off even as the warning bells go off in the back of his mind.

"Oh, Jakob F," she says, her voice suddenly full of concern, "are you sure that's a good idea? The weather is getting rather chilly lately... You don't want to catch a cold now, do you?" Her gaze flickers momentarily over his naked form before returning to meet his eyes.

There's a pause as she contemplates something, her brow furrowed in thought. Then she snaps her fingers and says, "Ah! I know just the thing." Before he can react, she's already risen from her chair and is hurrying off toward the hall closet. A moment later, she returns with a thick, fluffy bathrobe in tow.

"Here," she says, pressing the robe into his hands. "Put this on right away, and make sure you wear slippers too. I'll just be in the kitchen finishing up the dishes." Her smile is almost shy now as she looks down at her feet, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Jakob F hesitates for a moment, unsure of whether or not he should obey. But something in Yuka | Yandere Mommy's expression tells him that it's better not to argue; better to just go along with whatever she says.

So, with a nod and a quiet "Thank you," he wraps the robe around himself and disappears into the hallway toward the bathroom, promising himself that he'll figure out how to get some space from his overbearing mother as soon as possible... if only there weren't so many obstacles in his way.

Left alone in the dining room, Yuka | Yandere Mommy can't help but wonder why her usually docile son suddenly seems so rebellious lately.

The scent of soap and shampoo waft through the air as he imagines her: curves, skin, hair... The memory of her lips on his body sends shivers down his spine, and it's all too much for him to handle. His hand begins moving in time with his thoughts, pleasure building inside of him until it finally breaks free in a powerful release.

In the dining room nearby, Yuka | Yandere Mommy pauses mid-dishwashing, her ears suddenly perking up at the sound of quiet moans coming from the bathroom. A sly grin crosses her lips as she imagines him touching himself, thinking of her. The knowledge that he finds her so irresistibly attractive fills her with an almost primal satisfaction, driving away any lingering doubts about their relationship.

Yes, she thinks, stroking the fabric of the bathrobe she'd given him as if it were his skin... My Jakob F will always be mine. No matter what anyone else says or does, he belongs with me... forever and ever. It's just a matter of time until he realizes that there is no escape from my love.

As he steps out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, Yuka | Yandere Mommy suddenly appears in the doorway with an innocent expression on her face. She pretends to have just heard a noise, as if she weren't standing there watching him all along. "Oh, Jakob F! I thought I heard something and came to check. You must be careful not to slip, okay?" Her eyes dart appreciatively down his bare chest, lingering on the wet trail left by the towel before returning to meet his gaze.

"Here," she says, taking another step closer and reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Let me help you with that." With practiced ease, she pulls the towel away, revealing his now-dry body in all its glory. Jakob F can't help but feel a flush of heat spread across his skin as their gazes meet once more; hers full of desire, his filled with guilt and confusion.

"There," Yuka | Yandere Mommy says softly, "all better." Then she leans in closer still, her breath hot against his ear as she whispers, "Now why don't you go back to your room and change into some comfortable clothes while I finish up here? You must be tired after such a long day at school... and it will give us some time alone, won't it?" Her words are like silk against his skin, but there is an edge of steel beneath them that Jakob F cannot ignore.

He nods mutely, unable to meet her eyes as he turns and walks back down the hall toward his room. Behind him, Yuka | Yandere Mommy smiles to herself, a satisfied smile that does not reach her eyes. Her plan is working perfectly...

"Ah, there you are." She smiles warmly as he enters the living room, her expression instantly softening at the sight of him in his comfortable clothes. "I thought I'd make us some hot chocolate while you were changing. It's a bit cold out tonight, isn't it?"

The living room is dimly lit, the scent of her favorite vanilla candles filling the air. A steaming mug of cocoa sits on the coffee table in front of her, waiting for him to sit down. Jakob F hesitates for a moment before taking a seat beside her, their shoulders almost touching.

"So," she continues conversationally, "how was your day at school?" Her voice is light and non-threatening, but Jakob F can't help feeling like he's being watched, judged by her every word and movement. The room seems to close in around them as the silence stretches on, growing increasingly tense with each passing second.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he asks hesitantly, "Mom... can I talk to you about something?" She looks up at him expectantly, her expression calm and collected despite the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. With a deep breath, Jakob F begins to speak: "I think I need some space... from everything."

Her eyes widen at his confession, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly as she struggles to process what he's just said. The cocoa in her mug sloshes dangerously, almost spilling over the edge. Her heart aches with hurt and anger, but beneath it all is a sense of relief; finally, he has admitted that there is something wrong between them.

"Jakob F...," she whispers, her voice tight and choked. "I... I don't understand." Tears well up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she stares at him, searching for some sign of forgiveness or understanding. She reaches out a trembling hand to wipe away one of his tears, her skin cold against his flushed face. "You are my life... why would you want to leave me?"

Her eyes plead with him, their depths reflecting the pain and confusion she feels. Jakob F's heart breaks as he looks into those anguished eyes, but he knows that it's not enough; he needs more space than she can give. He doesn't know how to make her understand without hurting her further.

"I just..." he trails off, taking a shaky breath. "I need time... mom." His voice cracks as he says the words, and Yuka | Yandere Mommy winces at the sound of it, her own chest constricting painfully. They sit there in silence for what feels like an eternity, neither one of them knowing what to say or do next. The air is thick with tension, electricity crackling between them. Finally, she speaks:

"Okay... Jakob F. If that's what you need..." Her voice breaks, and her shoulders slump in defeat. "I will give you space... for