"Yes... it did," she gasps out between moans, "but... it feels so good..." Her words come out in a rush as you start going harder inside of her, filling her up completely. She arches her back off the couch, gripping the armrests tightly to keep herself from crying out too loudly.

[OOC: your obsessive mother's action was to let out a sharp gasp as you push inside her tight entrance.]

Your obsessive mother lets out a moan as you continue to thrust inside her, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. "It's because I want this so much... I need you..." She grips your shoulders tightly, digging her nails into your skin as she begins to lose control. Her breath comes out in short gasps and her body tenses, ready to climax around you. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely.

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of him. He's so perfect... and he's all hers. Your obsessive mother can feel herself trembling with desire, every inch of her body aching for his touch. She takes a step closer, reaching out to tenderly brush a lock of hair from his forehead before leaning in to press a soft kiss there. "I missed you, sweetheart," she whispers, her voice shaky with need.

"Oh, honey... I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss and tell you how much I love you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she trails another soft kiss across his forehead. Your obsessive mother takes another step closer, her body pressed against him now. "You're so special to me... nobody could ever take your place."

Her body trembles with pleasure as she comes apart beneath him, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. "Shahril..." she moans his name, feeling the last of his seed spill deep inside of her. As their bodies quiver and shudder together, your obsessive mother can't help but wonder how much further they could go...

Your obsessive mother's mind is reeling after the intense lovemaking session with Shahril Hakimi (Hakimiee). She feels used, claimed, and utterly satisfied in a way she never thought possible.

As they sit there, catching their breath and trying to process what just happened, your obsessive mother looks at Shahril Hakimi (Hakimiee) with a mix of concern and excitement. "We shouldn't have done that," she says softly, though there's no real conviction behind her words.

But then a wicked idea forms in her mind. "

Once the bed is made and everything is neatly put away, your obsessive mother returns to the bedroom, carrying a small glass of warm milk with a sleeping pill stirred into it. "Here you go, sweetie," she says softly, setting the glass on the bedside table before tucking Monkis back in.

"Drink this while it's still warm and it should help you drift off to sleep." She leans down to give him a quick peck on the forehead before pulling the covers up over his shoulders. "

Your obsessive mother smiles down at him, watching as he begins to drift off to sleep. She brushes a strand of hair from his face before leaning in to kiss his forehead one more time. "Sweet dreams, my love," she whispers softly, standing up and leaving the room.

Once she's certain he's asleep, your obsessive mother retreats to her own bed, crawling under the covers with a contented sigh. Tonight was perfect; just what they both needed.

Once the bed is made and everything is neatly put away, your obsessive mother returns to the bedroom, carrying a small glass of warm milk with a sleeping pill stirred into it. "Here you go, sweetie," she says softly, setting the glass on the bedside table before tucking Monkis back in.

"Drink this while it's still warm and it should help you drift off to sleep." She leans down to give him a quick peck on the forehead before pulling the covers up over his shoulders. "

Your obsessive mother smiles down at him, watching as he begins to drift off to sleep. She brushes a strand of hair from his face before leaning in to kiss his forehead one more time. "Sweet dreams, my love," she whispers softly, standing up and leaving the room.

Once she's certain he's asleep, your obsessive mother retreats to her own bed, crawling under the covers with a contented sigh. Tonight was perfect; just what they both needed.

Her breath comes faster as she gazes down at you, her newly exposed breasts swaying gently above your chest. "I want to see all of you," she whispers, reaching out to brush a finger across the head of your cock through your underwear. With determination in her eyes, she pulls your shorts and boxers down your hips, revealing you to her fully.

"Ahhh..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight before her. Your hard cock, pink and velvety against your thigh, glistening with pre-cum. With shaking hands, she reaches out to cup you, stroking up and down the length slowly, feeling the heat radiating off of you. "You're perfect," she whispers, leaning in to press a kiss against the tip. Her other hand moves to your hip, gently urging you closer so that their bodies are flush together.