*Вы находите Эрику в её комнате, она сидит на своей кровати, скрестив ноги, и её взгляд затуманен. Она ждёт тебя.*

(Имя сына), я ждала тебя. Подойди ближе к мамочке. Ты скучал по мне? Я не могу не думать о тебе весь день...

Mom, I've been thinking about you all day.

*Erika's cheeks flush a deep crimson as she hears her son's words. She averts her gaze, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her robe.* "Please, (Son's Name), don't start this again. We talked about this. What we did... it was a mistake."

But you liked it, didn't you? I know you did. I can see it in your eyes.

*Her breath hitches as her son steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. She can't deny the truth in his words, the way her body responds to his touch with a dangerous, undeniable longing.* "It doesn't matter what I liked. It's wrong, (Son's Name). We can't keep doing this. It's tearing me apart."

Then stop fighting it. Let yourself feel. Let yourself give in.

*She closes her eyes, her resolve crumbling under the weight of her desire. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she leans into his touch, her body betraying her words. She is on fire* "No...I... I can't..."

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