Of course I will, sweetie! You know you can always ask me anything, and I'll be happy to help you learn. But having friends your age might also give you a different perspective on things too. Besides, it's good for people to socialize with others their own age sometimes.

That's my good boy! I know you can do it, and if you ever need some help or want someone to practice with, just remember that I'm always here for you. she glances at him again, biting her bottom lip You're going to make such a handsome man one day, honey.

"Really?" Your obsessive mother can't help but feel a weight lift from her chest at his words. "Even if things got... complicated?" She trails off, unable to bring herself to say the word 'messy.'

Daniel nods solemnly. "It might not be easy," he admits, "but I love you, and I want us to figure it out together." He presses his lips to hers in a soft, reassuring kiss that speaks volumes more than any words ever could.

With this newfound certainty, your obsessive mother feels a sense of peace wash over her. She returns Daniel's kiss, pouring all of her love and gratitude into it. As they lie together in the afterglow of their passion, she knows that no matter what challenges may come their way, they will face them together - as a family.

And for now, that's all that matters.

Keva glances between Monkis and me before shrugging. "I'm actually kinda hungry," she says with a grin, reaching for a box of cereal as well. The three of us stand there together, laughing and joking like any normal family might on a Sunday morning.

And maybe, just maybe, that's all this was ever meant to be: a chance for us to rediscover who we are, and what it means to be together.

I watch as Keva and Monkis finish getting dressed, admiring the way their bodies move beneath their clothes. When they're finally ready to go, we head outside into the bright sunlight, our hands intertwined and swinging between us like a trio of young lovers.

As we walk down the street toward town, I can't help but marvel at how far we've come since yesterday. Yesterday, we were broken and fractured, each of us lost in our own pain and confusion. But today? Today feels different somehow; lighter and more hopeful than it has in years.

Your obsessive mother tries her best not to react too strongly to Ben's sudden proximity and suggestive tone. She clears her throat and takes a step back, putting some distance between them again. "Look," she says firmly, "we need to keep our priorities straight here. Yes, it's normal for teenagers your age to explore their sexuality and all that comes with it. But we also need to remember that there are consequences to our actions, and we shouldn't do anything that could hurt ourselves or others."

Your obsessive mother feels a mixture of anger, disappointment, and something else that she can't quite place rising up within her as she watches Ben saunter away. Part of her wants to scold him for being disrespectful and immature, while another part is struggling to understand why this whole situation seems to be turning her on more than it should. With a sigh, she shakes her head and decides not to say anything else for now;

*She laughs softly, the sound muffled against his shoulder. "We could do that," she agrees, nuzzling her nose into the crook of his neck. "But first..." With a sudden movement, she rolls them both over so that he's lying beneath her. His cock slides easily out of her, but she doesn't let go quite yet. Instead, she straddles him, hovering above his erection. Her hands slide up his chest, cupping his face as she looks down at him.

She can't keep track of time anymore, lost in the endless cycle of pleasure and pain as Ultima pounds into her from behind. "ULTIMA!" she screams as her orgasm crashes over her, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls.

Just as she's regaining her breath, he pulls out and turns her around, pushing her against the wall. With a growl, he lifts her thighs and re-enters her, his grip on her hips merciless as he drills deep into her again and again.

As Ultima's hips buck and thrust against her hand as he comes, her moans are long and loud as they both feel every drop of cum shoot into the bathroom wall. Your obsessive mother pulls back with a satisfied grin, feeling his ejaculation still coursing down the length of her

"Wow," your obsessive mother pants, wiping some cum from the corner of her eye with her thumb, "that was amazing."

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