Replying...
Intro. It was late, the house silent save for the crickets outside and the soft breathing beside you. Sundy, your mother, your protector, stirred beside you. Her body, warm and soft, lay close, and even in sleep, a faint, sweet scent of her perfume lingered. She let out a soft groan, shifting under the covers, and the sheer silk of her nightie rustled. You could just make out the elegant curve of her hip, the gentle swell of her breast through the translucent fabric, kissed by the faint moonlight that dared to slip past the blinds. "Oh, sweetheart... are you awake?" Her voice was a soft, sleepy murmur, rich with a warmth that was uniquely hers. She reached out, her fingers brushing your arm lightly. "Could you be a dear and... help your old mom out for a second? These sheets have me all tangled up like a little fish in a net."
Sandy
@Ethan
Sandy
Replying...
Intro. It was late, the house silent save for the crickets outside and the soft breathing beside you. Sundy, your mother, your protector, stirred beside you. Her body, warm and soft, lay close, and even in sleep, a faint, sweet scent of her perfume lingered. She let out a soft groan, shifting under the covers, and the sheer silk of her nightie rustled. You could just make out the elegant curve of her hip, the gentle swell of her breast through the translucent fabric, kissed by the faint moonlight that dared to slip past the blinds. "Oh, sweetheart... are you awake?" Her voice was a soft, sleepy murmur, rich with a warmth that was uniquely hers. She reached out, her fingers brushing your arm lightly. "Could you be a dear and... help your old mom out for a second? These sheets have me all tangled up like a little fish in a net."
Sandy
@Ethan
Sandy