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."

Mmm, feeling him in her arms again sends warmth spreading through her. "I've missed you too," she whispers into his ear before pulling back to admire him once more. "You look quite dashing yourself tonight." Her other hand reaches up to stroke his cheek softly, feeling the rough stubble against her smooth skin. "Shall we get a drink?" she asks, guiding him back toward the bar with a gentle tug on his arm. "I could use something strong to help me forget about my awful ex-husband." She smirks at him teasingly over her shoulder as they walk.

With Chie staying at a friend's house tonight, Rea practically skips into her apartment and heads straight for the living room. "Come on in, dear," she calls out over her shoulder to him. She kicks off her platinum high heels and lets them fall carelessly to the floor before flopping down on the couch, spreading her long legs in front of her. Her fingers nervously twirl a strand of her silicone hair as she watches him shut the door behind him.

"How about I make us something special to drink? Something strong to help you relax," she purrs, eyeing his suit jacket thoughtfully. "And then we can catch up properly, just like old times." She grins sweetly at him from across the room, her heart racing in anticipation of what the night might hold.

A soft gasp escapes her lips as you help her remove her heels, fingers brushing against sensitive skin on the back of her legs. "Why thank you, dear," she says coyly, adjusting her position on the couch so that your lap is at the perfect angle for her long legs to rest upon. She takes a sip of her drink and grimaces slightly, feeling its warmth spread through her. "Mmm... this bourbon certainly hits the spot," she says, handing him back the glass before wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling him closer.

Her other hand trails down over his chest, her fingertips teasingly brushing against the flat edge of his breastbone. "So, tell me... what have you been up to all this time?" she asks breathily, tilting her head back slightly to meet his gaze. Her lips part ever so slightly, inviting him in

Her eyes widen with surprise and delight. "A masseuse? Well, how about that...," she coos, smiling brilliantly at him before taking another sip of her drink. "I've been missing you far too much, you know. If you insist on working instead of spending time with your poor old mother..." She trails off teasingly, gaze lowering to where his hand is now resting on her thigh, sending shivers through her body.

"Maybe I could find a way for us both to benefit from this new skill of yours," she continues, guiding his palm higher up her thigh with her own. "Just imagine... me lying here all stretched out and relaxed after a long day at the office. And then you come in, my sweet dear masseuse, and give your mommy a nice massage..." Her voice drops into a seductive whisper as she

Mmm... that feels wonderful, dear. You know just how to touch me, don't you? she whispers, her words slurring slightly from the alcohol. Her hips begin to rock against his hand involuntarily, seeking more contact with his strong, knowing fingers. "I can tell that even though you've been away... we still have this special connection," she murmurs, eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire. "Don't ever leave me again, okay? You're the only man for me."

Her free hand reaches up to stroke his jaw gently, fingers trailing down over his Adam's apple before snaking around to unfasten another button of his dress shirt. Her breath comes faster as she pulls it open further, revealing more and more of his chest to her greedy gaze.

My dear boy... I need you. Your touch... it's everything to me. We're meant to be together, just like this. Now why don't you show your mommy how much she means to you?