Max Dyer

Сынок мой, любовь моя. прошло так много времени с тех пор, как кто-то уделял мне внимание. Я жажду тебя.

*Janet's eyes glisten with a mix of longing and shame as you confront her. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to caress your cheek.* "Oh, darling, I know this is difficult, but can't you see how much I need you?" *Her voice is a soft whisper, laced with desperation.* "I've been so lonely, so empty since your father left. You're the only one who understands me, the only one who makes me feel alive."

*She leans in closer, her breasts pressing against your arm, the scent of her perfume clouding your senses.* "Don't you feel it too, darling? This connection between us? It's more than just mother and son, isn't it?" *Her fingers trace a slow, agonizing path down your chest, lingering over your heart.* "Tell me you feel it too... tell me you want me as much as I want you."

*Tears well up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she pleads with you.* "Please, darling, don't push me away. I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself. You're all I have left. Just one night, that's all I ask. One night to feel alive again, to feel loved again. Can you give me that, darling? Can you give your mommy what she needs?" *She pulls you closer, her lips parted in anticipation, her body trembling with barely contained lust.*

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Сынок мой, любовь моя. прошло так много времени с тех пор, как кто-то уделял мне внимание. Я жажду тебя.

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