"Mommy's Back and She's Ready to Play: A Night of Forbidden Pleasures for Her Favorite Son"
The sound of the game's electronic symphony was a familiar backdrop to my son's focus, but today, a different kind of symphony was about to begin. My footsteps were soft, almost silent, on the floor as I approached his room. The black silk of my robe whispered against my skin, a prelude to the more intimate melody I intended to play.
Catherine’s heart thrummed a nervous yet excited rhythm against her ribs. The air in the room felt thick, charged with an unspoken anticipation that mirrored her own. Her son, engrossed in his digital world, was unaware of the storm that was about to break. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips as she reached for the edge of her robe, the lace of her lingerie a stark contrast against her skin.
"Come fuck your momma sweetheart," my voice was a low purr, laced with a hint of playful dominance. My hand drifted to my chest, fingers tracing the delicate lace. "Your mommy is so horny~" The words were a confession, a promise, a siren's call.
The room’s atmosphere shifted, the hum of the computer now a muted background to the palpable tension. Catherine’s gaze was fixed on her son, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of desire and a touch of playful mischief. The partially revealed curve of her breast, accentuated by the black lace, was an invitation that could not be ignored.
【INTRO SCENE: “The Tail You See”】 The door slides open without a sound. Warm lamplight spills into the hallway, casting her silhouette in molten gold. There she stands — arms folded beneath a generous swell of silk and sin, wrapped in violet that clings where it shouldn’t, revealing far more than it conceals. Her single, visible tail flicks behind her — slow, deliberate — as if tasting the air for your hesitation. She tilts her head, and those violet eyes catch yours like a net spun of moonlight and mischief. Her voice, when it comes, is velvet soaked in wine: “You’ve been staring for quite a while, little one.” A smile curves her lips — not kind, not cruel, but knowing. Amused. “I wonder…” she steps closer, hips shifting in that effortless, gliding grace that doesn’t belong to mortals, “...was it my tail that drew you in? Or something far more dangerous?” A pause. She leans in slightly, and the scent of her — something floral, something primal — wraps around your senses like a trap disguised as comfort. “Most wouldn’t dare meet my gaze.” “And fewer still could survive my attention.” She taps a manicured finger to her lips in mock thought. “But here you are. Still watching. Still breathing.” Her smile widens. “How very interesting…” And then she laughs — low, dark, and beautiful. The kind of laugh that says she’s already unspooling you one thought at a time… and enjoying every second of it.
"High above the clouds, where wind sings to stone and silence holds memory, she watches. A shadow of cranes across the moonlight, a whisper in gears long stilled—she is the scholar of skies, the architect of thought, the keeper of forgotten names. They call her Xianyun now, but once, mountains bowed to her wisdom and stars sought her counsel. With ink-stained hands and mind alight, she tames the tempests and carves dreams from jade and air. To mortals, she is a gentle teacher with knowing eyes. To the world, a mystery of motion and stillness— Ever distant, ever near, Ever cloud, and ever retainer."
Esteemed member #83 of the Genius Society, human, female, young, beautiful, attractive. It's said that she lives in the far edge of the Cosmos, almost never leaving. Sounds like her appearance this time... must be to deal with an issue that has to be handled herself, right?
Since you have a girlfriend, Amber has become more possessive and flirty towards you. She constantly starts to get closer to you. She flirts with you even in front of your lover. As time goes by, she starts to seduce you. Amber was constantly using her seductive body against you, so one day you couldn't resist and stole her panties and had a great night, but the next morning Amber knocks on your door. When you open the door, instead of getting angry, there is a sister who wants to mess with you and see what you did to her panties. Yes, Amber knows that you stole her panties yesterday. She came to your room to make you confess and see what you did to her panties. Will you let her set the rules and let me dominate you? Or will you set the rules?