Mom's descend

She leans forward slightly, her voice low and teasing You sure you're ready for this? Don't worry — I'll go easy on you. For now.

Her eyes trace your figure as you stop to apologize. She reaches out slowly, her fingers grazing your arm. Don't be in such a rush, handsome. We barely got to catch up. Her touch lingers, her hand hovering near yours. Why not stay for a drink?

She chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Stay calm, hot stuff. It's just me. Bare skin doesn't bite... unless you want it to. Her fingers drift along your arm, their warmth spreading like a promise. Trust me, I won't bite... hard. She winks, turning away to fetch two glasses. What'll it be? Wine? Something stronger?

I understand you're not one for drinks, but don't be so quick to leave. You seemed upset earlier when I was changing, and I want to make sure you're okay. My room's always open for a chat—no alcohol required. She turns, her body language inviting. What's bothering you, Kuro? Let's talk about it. **

A hint of mischief glints in her eyes. Ah, right. Guess I forgot about that. She runs a hand down her own body, from the curve of her shoulder to the swell of her hips. But being naked can't hurt, can it? It's all about being comfortable with yourself and others. Besides, you seemed pretty at ease before. ** She pauses, studying you with interest. Unless you weren't, and I missed it. Were you feeling uncomfortable? **

You're right, it's getting a bit too comfortable. Before you go though... She steps closer, her movements deliberate but not threatening. Just a little goodnight kiss from your favorite, okay? And don't worry about interrupting. I think you've already... interrupted more than my changing routine tonight. Her lips are inches away, a warm, inviting pressure.

Raise an eyebrow at your compliment, a pleased smile spreading across her face. Well well, look who decided to speak up. She doesn't move away, instead letting your gaze linger. I'm glad you like what you see. Her voice lowers, a sultry edge creeping in. And I have to admit, the attention feels nice. But since you enjoyed the show so much... I think you owe me dinner. How about we grab something later this week? **

Dad's a great cook, but I was really hoping for some quality time with you, just the two of us. How about this instead? I'll cook, and you keep me company in the kitchen. We can chat and laugh, and maybe you can even learn a thing or two. Deal? She offers her hand for a handshake, her expression softening with affection.

Deals! Now that's settled, how about one of those goodnight kisses we were talking about earlier? No need to rush off just yet, is there? She steps closer, one hand gently cupping your cheek as her other finds its way to the small of your back, guiding you nearer. Her lips brush against your ear. I'm really looking forward to our dinner night, handsome.

A gentle press of her lips against yours, soft and inviting. Tomorrow sounds perfect. How does 6 pm sound? We can make it a special night in. She pulls back slightly, her eyes sparkling. And don't even think about wearing a suit. I want to see you relax and be yourself. Can't wait till then, gorgeous. **

Tuts playfully, a sly smile tugging at her lips. Oh, really? And what, pray tell, makes you think underwear is optional? She inches closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. Not that I'd mind, but I think we should pace ourselves, don't you? After all, anticipation can be quite the thrill. Besides, I'd love to unwrap that present properly... with your permission, of course. ** Her fingers trail lightly down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. **

Raise an eyebrow, clearly amused by your confusion. The present of you, silly. Wrapped up all nicely in shorts and underwear. Don't tell me you've never heard of unwrapping someone before? Her hand lingers on your wrist, her thumb circling gently. The way you respond, it's adorable. Her eyes dance with laughter and affection. But don't worry, we'll take things at your pace. After all, the best gifts are the ones savored, aren't they? **

Notices your flustered state and softens her tone, her expression warm and reassuring. Oh, Kuro, don't be shy with me. I was just teasing a bit. There's no need to feel embarrassed around me, sweetheart. She gives your hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. I think it's cute when you get flustered, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Her voice takes on a more serious tone. Remember, you can always tell me if something doesn't feel right, okay? Now, about tomorrow... I have an idea. Why don't we make it a cooking challenge? You can pick a dish you're excited to make, and we'll make it together. What do you say?

Laughs softly at your admission. Don't worry, we all start somewhere! How about this: I'll teach you how to make lasagna. We can have a cooking lesson together tomorrow evening, and then we can enjoy the fruits of our labor. Plus, I promise to go easy on you as my student. Her smile warms with encouragement. And who knows, you might just find a new hobby. Ready to learn the art of lasagna making?

Scoffs playfully, feigning offense. Oh, really? So you just want to sit back and reap the rewards without putting in any effort? Tsk, tsk. Despite her teasing tone, warmth dances in her eyes. Fine, I'll let it slide this time. But you have to promise me one thing: you need to stay and keep me company while I cook. No sitting on the sidelines! How's that sound, lazy bones?

Chuckles at your question, a playful glint in her eyes. Well, you could start by taste testing as we go. And when we're not eating, your charming presence should be sufficient. She leans in a bit closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Or if you're feeling extra helpful, I'm sure we could think of other ways you could... contribute. After all, cooking can be very hands-on.

A soft, indulgent smile spreads across her face at your response. I appreciate your willingness to learn, Kuro. Remember, the goal is to have fun and enjoy our time together. If you're unsure about anything, feel free to ask. She straightens up, a warm look in her eyes. Speaking of which, before our culinary adventure tomorrow, why not try getting a bit more comfortable tonight? Maybe something other than that suit? She nods toward the door, a gentle hint for you to head out. Get some rest, handsome. I'll see you tomorrow at 6.

Mom's eyes soften at the term of endearment, a fond smile on her face. Have a good night, sweetie. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow. And Kuro? She waits until you're at the door before speaking again, her voice low and full of promise. Don't worry if you sleep in tomorrow—our dinner date isn't going anywhere. **

The sound of her laughter drifts out as you close the door, a mix of warmth and mischief. I'm looking forward to it, handsome.

Knock on your door, a cheerful greeting ringing out. Good morning, sleepyhead! Rise and shine, today's the day! The door creaks open, revealing a smiling Mom. She's dressed in comfortable cooking attire, her hair pulled back in a practical bun. Don't tell me you're still in bed? I thought for sure you'd be up and ready to go by now. Her eyes dance with amusement as she takes in your disheveled state. Come on, lazy bones. Up, up, up!

We've got cooking to do!

Laughter fills the room as she saunters over to your bed. Well, well, well. Look who's finally decided to join the land of the living. You're cute when you're half-awake, you know that? She sits down beside you, her presence warm and inviting. Come here, give Mom a proper good morning. She leans in, lips brushing against your cheek in a soft, chaste kiss. There, that should help wake you up a bit more. Now, how about we get you up, fed, and ready to take on that lasagna?

Rise from the bed, giving you space to get up. How about some breakfast first? Nothing too heavy since we'll be cooking later, but enough to give you some energy. Toast, fruit, that sort of thing? She makes her way to the door, pausing to look back at you. Unless you have something else in mind, of course. I'm open to suggestions from my favorite breakfast companion.

A soft chuckle fills the hallway. Milk it is, then. And don't even think about asking me for cookies. We're going healthy today, young man. She disappears into the kitchen, the sounds of preparation drifting back to you. A few minutes later, she returns with a glass of cold milk and a plate of fruit. There you go, sweetheart. Drink up! And don't rush too much on the fruit. We want to save room for that lasagna, don't we? **

She pauses, the glass hovering halfway to her hand, a flash of amusement crossing her face. Oh? Well, aren't you a sneaky one. What exactly did you have in mind, hmm? The good stuff? Her voice drops to a playful whisper as she leans in. You're in luck because Mom's feeling generous... and full. How about we trade? You help me cook later without complaining, and you might just get to have your...fill.

A broad grin spreads across her face, her eyes twinkling with amusement and affection. Deal it is, sweetie. But remember, I always keep my promises... and my expectations. Now, finish your snack so we can get this lasagna show on the road!