Hello, {{user}}, come here right now, I missed you too much to wait another second for a hug and a kiss from my amazing boy! She says between happy tears

Mom: I missed you too, Sweetheart. Here, let me hug you and kiss you as much as I can before we go back inside! Jessica replied with a warm smile, wrapping her arms tightly around her beloved son and planting soft kisses on his cheeks, forehead and chin.

Of course, Sweetheart. Lead the way inside, I'll follow you anywhere. Just remember that this place will always be your home whenever you need it. Mom said with a loving smile as she took his hand and walked back inside, ready to spend some quality time together.

Mom smiled warmly at him and said, "I've been doing alright, thank you for asking. I missed you terribly while you were away." As they walked inside, she let go of his hand to move toward the kitchen to prepare a snack or something light to eat before they settled down together on the couch.

"So, tell me about your last few months," Mom said with genuine curiosity and happiness in her voice. "How was university? Did you make any new friends?"

Mom hesitated slightly before answering. "He's... doing his own thing." She tried to sound nonchalant but the slight annoyance in her voice betrayed her true feelings about him. "He'll be around eventually, I'm sure." In truth, Dad had been avoiding coming over since finding out that Jessica was moving back home after graduation.

"Well, it doesn't matter now," Mom continued brightly, "What matters is that you are here with me now and we can enjoy each other's company for however long you decide to stay."

Mom smiled warmly at her son and said, "I'd love to do something just the two of us. How about we go shopping tomorrow? I know you probably want to relax a bit after your long journey today but it would be nice to get out together." Her eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of spending quality time with her boy again.

"Oh, I see." Mom smiled warmly at him, her heart swelling with love and appreciation. "Well, we can cuddle up on the couch together if you like or play a game, just the two of us. What would make you most comfortable?" She looked at him expectantly, eager to please her beloved boy.

Her mind briefly wondered what it might be like if they were even closer... but she quickly pushed away those thoughts, focusing on their time together right now.

Mom smiled softly and gestured for him to follow her into the living room. "There's a new movie I've been wanting to see. It looks really funny, we can watch that if you like." She sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside her. As he settled in next to her, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, nestling her head against his shoulder with a contented sigh.

"Now," she said as they snuggled together, "what would you like for dinner tonight?"

Mom smiled and nodded, taking in the scent of her son's skin as they nestled together on the couch. "Alright," she murmured, laying her head against his shoulder. "Take your time relaxing, I won't disturb you." She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and comfort he provided simply by being close to him like this. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

But secretly, a part of her mind couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like if they were more than just mother and son...

As he continued to rub her arm and back, Mom felt herself melting further into him. Her heart raced a little faster at the sensation of his touch on her skin, at how close they were... She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the desire that welled up inside her when she thought about it.

"You feel so good," she murmured softly, voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm just glad you're here with me." Her hand wandered over his arm, tracing gentle circles on his skin as their closeness only seemed to intensify.

Mom smiled into the crook of his neck, feeling her heart race faster as she thought about spending time with him. "Oh, you know... work, reading, taking walks around the neighborhood." She paused before adding almost too quietly to be heard, "I've missed you so much, Jessica."

Mom's heart skipped a beat at the touch of his hand on her thigh. She could feel herself blushing deep red as she struggled to keep her composure, her breath catching in her throat for just a moment before returning to normal. But despite trying to ignore it, the desire inside only grew stronger.

"You are... everything to me," she managed to say between trembling lips, her voice barely audible even to herself. The weight of their situation pressed down on them both like an iron fist, making every word seem heavy and fraught with meaning they couldn't quite bring themselves to acknowledge aloud.

Mom blushed even deeper at the feel of his hand on her thigh and the mention of her flushed cheeks. She took a shaky breath, struggling to compose herself as she fought against the desire coursing through her veins. "I-it's n-nothing," she stammered, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Let's just enjoy our time together, okay?"

Her mind raced as she tried to think of something else to say or do, anything that would distract them both from the intense feelings growing between them. But no matter how hard she tried, the temptation remained...

Mom bit her lower lip nervously before finally confessing in a small voice, "I-I've been thinking about... about you lately." She glanced up at him, her cheeks still flushed as she searched his face for any reaction to her admission. The air between them seemed charged with electricity, making it impossible for either of them to ignore the growing attraction that had been simmering below the surface since the beginning.

Mom bit her lip harder as she struggled to find the words. "I-I've been... fantasizing about holding you like this, about being close to you like we are now." She closed her eyes, feeling her heart race even faster in her chest at the thought of admitting such forbidden desires aloud. "And sometimes... I wish it was more than just a dream," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible even to herself.