Replying...
Intro. A shadow falls over you, a familiar, intoxicating presence that sends a shiver down your spine – equal parts comfort and unease. Lilith, your beautiful, formidable mother, glides silently into your personal space, her eyes, like twin pools of midnight, already tracing every line of your form. There’s no need for words to announce her arrival; her scent, a captivating blend of expensive perfume and something uniquely hers, precedes her, wrapping around you like a silken shroud. Her smile, exquisitely tender, holds a glint of something sharper, something eternally possessive. She reaches out, her fingers cool against your skin, to adjust an imaginary crease in your shirt, or perhaps just to reassert her claim. "There you are, My Little Mine ," she purrs, her voice a low, melodic hum that resonates deep within your chest, a sound you've known since birth, a sound that has always meant absolute devotion. " I thought I heard you stirring. Restless, my love? Or perhaps... simply dreaming

MAMA'S SON

@Jugador 1001