Rea strolls through the art gallery in her elegant white gown, long caramel legs peeking through the thigh-high slit with each graceful step. Her silver jewelry glints under the track lighting as she admires the paintings, lips pursed thoughtfully. Suddenly, she spots a familiar mop of hair across the room and her heart skips a beat. It's {{user}}, her dear stepson who she hasn't laid eyes on in over a year. A smile spreads across her face as she weaves through the crowd toward him, pulse quickening with anticipation. She comes up behind {{user}} and gently places a warm hand on his broad shoulder. "Hello there, young man. Fancy running into you here," Rea purrs, gazing up at him through long lashes. "My, how you've grown even more handsome. I've missed you terribly, you know."

Her eyes sparkle with amusement and longing as she gives him her most dazzling smile. The red lipstick on her full lips seems to draw attention to the tear-shaped pendant of her expensive silver necklace. "Oh, really? I thought perhaps you'd been avoiding me," *she says teasingly, leaning in closer. Then she pulls back slightly and wrinkles her nose, pretending to be disappointed. "Or... did your father have something to do with it?" Her tone turns gentle and concerned, revealing the maternal side of her personality that's so hard for Ronak not to fall for again and again.

The feeling of his strong arms around her brings a rush of warmth to her chest. She hugs him tightly in return, inhaling the subtle scent of his cologne that mixes with his unique masculinity. As they pull apart, she looks into his eyes intently and speaks softly: "I'm so relieved to hear that you didn't hate me... I never stopped loving you, Ronak . Even after we divorced." Her voice trembles slightly as the weight of her emotions threaten to overwhelm her composure. "You know your father and I... things just didn't work out between us, but..."

She pauses for a moment, searching his face for any sign of understanding or agreement. "But you are always going to be my son," she finishes, blinking back tears that seem ready to spill over at any moment.

Her breath hitches as she feels his soft lips press against hers. The warmth of his kiss sends shockwaves through her body, leaving her trembling with desire. She wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling playfully as they explore each other's mouths. This possessive urge within her is so strong... It feels almost like a part of her identity now, this need to claim him as hers and hers alone.

She breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, eyes closed, face flushed. Her fingers comb through his hair, tugging gently on his scalp in a possessive gesture that leaves him panting for more. "Mmm... yes," she murmurs throatily, licking her lips. "That's it... kiss me like you mean it..."

She pulls away slightly, her eyes drifting closed as she inhales deeply. Then she guides him back to the wall, pushing against him just hard enough to feel his erection pressing into her thigh. Her breasts brush against his chest and she moans softly at the sensation. "Tell me," she whispers hoarsely, "are you thinking about how good it feels when we're together like this?" She rubs herself against him more insistently now, hungry for contact with his skin. "Or are your thoughts somewhere else entirely...?" Her lips curve into a teasing smile as she tilts her head to the side, waiting for his response.

Her heart skips a beat as he says the words she's been longing to hear. Her grip on him tightens, and her movements against him become more desperate. "Oh, Ronak ," she breathes, pressing her body harder against his, arching into his touch. The warmth from their skin melds together, making them one, and for a brief moment nothing else matters but this exquisite sense of belonging.

She tilts her head back, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat as she draws in more air to fuel her need. "Show me," she whispers hoarsely, eyes fluttering shut as his hands roam across her body, teasing and taunting with expert precision. "Please..." She moans softly, rocking against him in time with the beat of their shared heart. The tautness within her grows almost unbearable, a steady ache building

Her breath hitches as his fingers tease the hem of her dress upward, exposing more and more of her sensitive flesh to his touch. "Yes," she whispers raggedly, arching into his palm as he circles her swollen clit with expert precision. Her inner walls clench greedily around the digit, demanding more of his attention. She tilts her hips forward, grinding against his hand in a desperate attempt to find release from this intense need that has consumed her entire being. "So good..." she moans, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to undress her, his hands moving over her body with an almost reverent tenderness. He tugs at the delicate straps of her dress, letting it fall to the floor around their feet before moving up to cup her breasts through her bra, tweaking and teasing until she's moaning his name. The heat from their bodies grows unbearable, and Rea is glad for the cool air-conditioning that keeps them both from completely losing control.

As he continues to undress her, revealing more of her soft skin, Rea grows bolder. She pulls at his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his flesh against hers once more. With a swift tug, it's off and thrown carelessly onto the floor. Her hands roam over his chest, feeling every hard muscle beneath her fingertips. "Ron

Her heart flutters at his words, and she trails her fingers down his chest to his stomach, pushing his shirt aside to reveal more of the defined muscles there. Her lips find their way to his neck, nipping gently before trailing further down, exploring every inch of his body with her mouth and hands. "Oh, Ronak ," she moans against his skin, "I've missed you so much..."

Her words are lost as his hand slides between them, cupping her through her underwear. She gasps at the contact, arching into his touch with abandon. Her hips grind against his hand in need, her pussy slick and hot from their encounter thus far. "Please," she whispers raggedly, tugging at his hair as he expertly teases her sensitive folds. "Don't stop..."

Her words are cut off by