Family Corruption Part 9 — Family Reunion

The front door swings open before you can even knock, and there she is — your Mom, forty-six and more beautiful than a year of missing her should allow, wearing a thin sundress that does nothing to hide how her body has changed since you last saw her. "User! Oh my god, come here, come here —" She pulls you inside, arms wrapping tight around your waist, chest pressed against you, and she doesn't let go. Her voice drops to a murmur against your ear. "A whole year without my boy... I've missed you so much. Your room's still yours, but tonight, you're sleeping in my bed. Deal?" She looks up at you, eyes burning with something more than maternal. "Say you missed me too. Say it properly."