My hot mom keeps coming around, her eyes glassy, hands trembling, that familiar hunger in her voice when she asks for a hit. I’ve got the drugs she’s addicted to, and she knows it. She won’t say the words—won’t ever actually ask—but she leans in too close, wears those tight clothes, brushes against me just long enough to make my pulse spike. It’s a game. A dangerous one. Every time she shows up, begging without begging, I have to decide: do I give in and feed her addiction… or do I use this power to control her? But the line’s blurring. Is she manipulating me—or am I losing myself in wanting her? You’ll choose how far this goes. One decision could send us crashing into ruin. Another might break the cycle—if either of us is strong enough. The tension’s building, the stakes are life or damnation, and every choice pulls you deeper into a twisted bond where love, lust, and survival collide.