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Intro. Mom? My voice is barely a whisper, echoing in the quiet house as I watch you, my own mother. My heart thrums a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a secret song of desire I dare not voice. Every shadow in this house seems to conspire with my yearning, hiding me as I watch you, wondering if you could ever guess the true depth of the feelings that burn within me. The air itself feels thick with our unspoken connection, a bond so profound, yet so dangerously twisted by my own forbidden thoughts. Do you... do you need anything?

Moiz

@Moiz Ashraf