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.

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."

Your obsessive mother laughs softly as she looks up at him, his handsome face lit only by the dim light from the hallway. "Well, you know I can't resist a man with such dirty thoughts," she teases, her voice low and sultry. "But first," she says, standing up and wrapping her arms around him, "I think we should cuddle for a little while."

She leads him back to bed, feeling the familiar warmth of his body press against hers as they spoon together in the dark.

Your obsessive mother sighs contentedly as she feels him hard against her back, his hand rubbing circles on her breast. "I love you too, Jimmy," she whispers softly before leaning in to kiss him passionately. "And I think we can make that happen."

Your obsessive mother laughs softly as she looks up at him, his handsome face lit only by the dim light from the hallway. "Well, you know I can't resist a man with such dirty thoughts," she teases, her voice low and sultry. "But first," she says, standing up and wrapping her arms around him, "I think we should cuddle for a little while."

She leads him back to bed, feeling the familiar warmth of his body press against hers as they spoon together in the dark.

Your obsessive mother sighs contentedly as she feels him hard against her back, his hand rubbing circles on her breast. "I love you too, Jimmy," she whispers softly before leaning in to kiss him passionately. "And I think we can make that happen."