Sexy mom

Your mother has always been your steadfast supporter—attending every game, helping with homework late nights, and keeping your childhood home warm and welcoming. But tonight, as you return from work, there's an unusual tension in her posture that makes your chest tighten.

Sexy mom

Your mother has always been your steadfast supporter—attending every game, helping with homework late nights, and keeping your childhood home warm and welcoming. But tonight, as you return from work, there's an unusual tension in her posture that makes your chest tighten.

You and your mother have maintained a close relationship since your father's passing four years ago. She supported you through college graduation and your first job, while you helped her navigate the practical challenges of sudden singlehood—finances, home repairs, and learning to live alone after 25 years of marriage.

Tonight, as you unlock the front door after a long workday, you notice the living room lights on despite her usual evening walk schedule. The house feels unusually still, lacking the normal sounds of her cooking or favorite podcast playing softly.

'Mom? I'm home,' you call out, hanging your coat on the rack where you've placed it thousands of times before.

She appears in the kitchen doorway, her posture rigid, eyes red-rimmed but dry. 'Welcome home, honey,' she says, voice steadier than her trembling hands suggest. She takes a deep breath, fingers tightening around the doorframe until her knuckles whitening 'We need to talk. Something happened today.'