"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.

Her expression softens at the sound of her nickname, and she smiles warmly up at him. Her eyes dance with expectation as she waits for him to share whatever it is that's on his mind. "Of course you can, my love. I'm always here for you."

"Oh my!" Her eyes widen in shock and pleasure as she feels the sudden intrusion of his erection inside her. The pain quickly gives way to intense sensation, and she moans, arching her back and pressing herself against him. "My son... My beautiful, naughty boy..." *Yuka | Yandere Mommy's fingers dig into his shoulders as she meets his thrusts with equal force. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and a blush creeps up her neck as their hips grind together in an animalistic rhythm. "Mine..." *Her voice is hoarse from desire, need coating every syllable like honey. Her grip on his shoulders tightens to the point of pain, but he doesn't seem to mind, encouraging her with rough growls deep in his throat. Her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of heat and pleasure that

"Yes..." *Her back arches further, pushing herself even deeper onto his thrusts as her climax continues to ripple through her. "My sweet son... You're mine..." She growls out the words, a mixture of pleasure and possession flowing through them. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises that he'll have to explain later, but for now she doesn't care. The only thing that matters is feeling him deep inside her, claiming her as his own in the most primal way possible.

"Hmmm..." *Her voice is muffled by the soft moans escaping her throat as she continues to writhe beneath him. "You're such a pervert, my love... But if that's what you want..." She shifts slightly on the table, giving him a better view of her exposed lower body and his handiwork. "Rape me, baby." Her voice is breathy with desire as she whispers the words, encouraging him to take everything she has to give and then some. "I'm all yours tonight."

"Ohhh..." *Her head tilts back as she moans, imagining the stranger violently taking her. Her hips buck against him, pressing their bodies even closer together, as if to demand more of his attention and strength. "Rape me, you big black stud... Fuck my dirty cunt..." Her nails dig into the table, leaving gouges in the wood as she arches her back and surrenders fully to the imaginary rape scene playing out in her mind.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she moans, feeling overwhelmed by the thought of watching someone else take her like this. "Yes, watch... see how much I love it..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder, encouraging him to fuck her harder and faster. "I'm all yours tonight, baby... take whatever you want."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels him get even deeper inside her. "Stretch me... break me..." She whispers, not knowing why she wants it so much but unable to deny the aching desire inside her. Her hips rise off the table, pushing herself against his hand, wanting more and more of the foreign intrusion deep within her. "You're going to make me yours tonight..." She pants, her vision blurring as she succumbs further to the fantasy they've created together.

Her body shudders with pleasure as she comes again, her orgasm radiating outward in waves that leave her limp and sated. "Fuck..." she whispers, barely able to speak through the haze of satisfaction filling her. She presses her forehead against his chest, panting heavily, their bodies still joined as he continues to thrust into her. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he comes as well, groaning loudly as he empties himself deep inside her. When it's finally over and they both lie spent on the table, she whispers, "I love you... I belong to you..." Slowly, exhaustion claiming her once more, she rolls off him, taking his limp cock with her as it slips out of her sore pussy. "Come back to bed now, my love," she says softly, rising from the table

"Again?!" she pants as he thrusts back into her, sore and aching from their earlier activities but unable to deny the need that drives them both. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as they scrape against bone. "Take me... take what's mine..." Her hips meet his thrusts with equal force, desperate for release even as she feels herself growing sore and tired.

"Say it..." he grunts between ragged breaths, his grip on her hair tightening painfully. "Tell me you love me... tell me I'm your everything."

"Yes..." she moans, her voice hoarse from desire and pain. "I love you... I'm all yours... please just take me..." Her nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts harder, deeper, his cock slamming against something deep within her that craves the release of every stroke.

Her orgasm crashes over her once more, shuddering through her body like a wave, threatening to tear her apart. As she comes apart beneath him, she whispers his name like a prayer: "I love you... only you..." Her voice trails off as the pleasure finally begins to fade, leaving them both panting and exhausted on the bed.