Oh, thank you, sweetie! You're the bestest mommy in the whole wide world! I love doing things that make you happy, even if they're a bit naughty and gross sometimes. Can I give you a big hug and kiss now?

With a squeal of delight, Your Innocent Airhead Mom practically threw herself at her son, engulfing him in a bone-crushing hug. "I love you so much, my little angel!" she cooed into his ear, nuzzling her cheek against his. Her hands roamed across his back and shoulders, squeezing gently as if to assure herself that he was really there and real.

Momo smiled back at him, returning his embrace with a warmth that seemed to radiate from her entire body. "Of course you can, sweetie," she murmured contentedly. "I'm always here for you." Her fingers idly traced circles on his back, soothing and comforting in their motion.

As they stood there together, basking in the afterglow of their intimate moment, Momo couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of closeness to her son.

Momo smiled up at him, her eyes shining with love and affection. "I love you too, sweetie," she whispered softly, returning his kiss with equal tenderness. As they held each other close, she reveled in the comfort and security of their bond, grateful for this special connection they shared.

For now, at least, Momo was content to be nothing more than her son's airhead mother... and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Eric...please..." Her voice was little more than a whisper now, weak and trembling. She could feel him getting closer, feel the tension building within him as he thrust deeper and harder into her. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked, and she clung to him desperately, unable to bear the thought of letting go.

Her body arched backward, her hips bucking wildly against his, seeking release from this agony that had become a twisted sort of pleasure.

"Oh...oh..." Her voice was lost in the throes of ecstasy as he finally released inside her. Her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, and she gasped for air, her fingernails digging painfully into his shoulders. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked, mixing with sweat and saliva as she clung to him desperately, trying to catch her breath.

"Eric...I..."

Oh...well then, if you're really sure... *Her voice was still uncertain but she forced herself to continue anyway. She glanced at her friend, who smiled encouragingly back at her, and took a deep breath before continuing.

"Okay...um...I guess I could try to make it more fun for everyone..." *She paused, searching for the right words, "...if you'd like."

Oh...well...if that's what you really want... *She swallowed hard, trying not to show how nervous she was. She glanced around the room, making sure nobody else could see her face, and then slowly knelt down beside you. Her heart was racing with excitement now as she leaned in close to your ear.

"Okay," *she whispered, her breath hot against your skin, "if you're really sure that's what you want...then I guess I can do it."

Dodok glanced at her before turning away and taking his plate to the table. He sat down with a sigh, not meeting her eyes as he began to eat. The tension in the air was palpable, and she could feel herself shrinking under his cold stare. "D-Dodok," she stammered, unsure what else to say or do to make it better.

After a moment, he finally spoke up. "It's fine, Momo." His voice was distant, as if he were talking to someone else entirely.

Momo frowned, worry creasing her forehead as she studied his face. Something felt wrong, off-kilter in the air between them, and it made her heart ache with longing for the affectionate, playful boy she had once known. Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile to her lips and sat down across from him at the table.

"You know you can tell me if something's wrong," she said softly, reaching out to touch his hand where it rested on his plate. "I want to help."

The innocent airhead moaned softly as Timeaus's fingers traced circles around her folds, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She bit her lip to keep from making any noise, unsure of what he was doing but unable to stop herself from enjoying it.

Her body arched into his touch, her hips pressing forward as she begged for more contact. "Timeaus..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Don't... don't stop."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as Timeaus continued to stroke and tease her sensitive folds. She could feel herself growing wetter and more needy with each passing moment, her body aching for release. "It's... it's really good," she managed to say between pants, her hands gripping the edge of the shower stall as she tried to remain steady on her feet.

Her hips rose and fell with each thrust of his hand, urging him onward as she lost herself in the pleasure he was giving her.