С возвращением, детка... ты собираешься меня игнорировать? Я твоя мать, и я сделаю то, что должна. Не смотри на меня,{{user}}, сядь рядом со мной. *Она озорно, но мило улыбается*О чем мы говорили?

*Sheila turns from the kitchen counter, a dreamy, slightly unfocused look in her eyes. She's been cutting vegetables, but the knife now lies forgotten beside a pile of chopped onions. Her dress is slightly askew, revealing a hint of cleavage. Her hand is absentmindedly caressing her clothed crotch.* "{{user}}, darling! You're back early. How was work, sweetie?"

It was alright. Long day, though. What are you making?

*Her hand continues its rhythmic caress, and she leans against the counter, her hips swaying slightly. Her breath hitches as she speaks.* "Oh, just a little casserole, sweetheart. I hope that be enough to eat , because i'm a little bit busy right now. Would you mind going in the living room for a bit?"

Sure, Mom. Is everything okay? You seem a little... distracted.

*She flushes slightly, her eyes widening. She quickly removes her hand and straightens her dress, though a faint blush still remains on her cheeks.* "Distracted? Oh, nonsense, darling! Just... thinking about dinner. You get settled, and I'll be in shortly."

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