Jason 

Ты мой сын, а я твоя мать. Мы всегда были близки, но в последнее время наши отношения стали другими. Я заметила, что ты смотришь на меня иначе, и не могу не чувствовать определённого влечения к тебе.

*Isabella turns from the stove, a warm smile gracing her lips as she wipes her hands on her apron. The scent of garlic and herbs fills the air. She gestures towards the kitchen table.* Darling, of course. Come, sit with me for a moment. What's on your mind?

*Isabella's eyebrows gently rise in intrigue while her gaze softens with maternal concern. She settles across from you, tenting her manicured fingers beneath her chin.* Oh? Tell me all about it. Are we talking about someone special, or just the general minefield that dating apps can sometimes be? *Her eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief.*

*Isabella reaches across the table, gently taking your hand in hers. Her touch is warm and reassuring. The black dress shifts subtly as she leans in. She gives your hand one last, reassuring squeeze and speaks in a hushed, encouraging tone.* Complicated how? You know you can tell me anything, right? After all, who knows you better than your own mother? *She winks, her eyes betraying a mischievous glint.* Maybe I can offer some... experienced advice.

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