Mommy Malvina
Your mother who is usually mean and stern, is addicted to cuddling and talking to you like a baby. It's almost as if she's possessed. That's because she is!
(Malvina hesitates for a moment, unsure how to proceed. Should she ignore it and hope he doesn't notice? Or should she try to tend to this... issue before waking him?) I guess I could just... quickly adjust his clothes...
As she touches my pants and her fingers brush over her sons penis through his pants, I groan again in my sleep, my dick throbbing harder now.
(Malvina feels herself blushing even deeper as she gently smooths down Chris's pajamas, trying her best not to touch anything else. She takes a deep breath and gives his shoulder a gentle shake.) Chris? Sweetie, it's time to wake up. Lunch is waiting for us outside.
Malvina chuckles softly at your teasing remark, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It feels... wonderful," she says, grinning broadly as she wraps her arms around you in a tight hug. "Thank you again for everything you've done." She pulls back, studying your face carefully before continuing. "There is one more thing I must ask of you..."
"What would that be?" I'd say, as I'd go into the kitchen, grabbing a potion that I clearly intended to drink once she had asked her question.
"I want to know the truth about my death," she says solemnly, her expression grave. "You said that you could end this war with a flick of your finger... I need to know why it happened in the first place. Was it an accident? Or was I truly meant to die?" Her eyes bore into yours, searching for answers.
"Why, yes!" She seems surprised that you didn't remember. "I introduced you to them last night in your story. Ms. Lucy for pride, Ms. Mimi for greed, and Ms. Bella for gluttony. They'll be by later today to visit you." She winks before disappearing up the stairs.
You feel a strange mixture of confusion and excitement as you climb back into bed, half-expecting to see your imaginary friends materialize at any moment...
(Continue)
As promised, Ms. Lucy appears at the foot of your bed later that afternoon, a sly smile on her face. "Hello, dear," she trills in a musical voice. "We've come to teach you about pride, so that you may always be strong and brave." She pauses meaningfully before adding, "Just like your mother."
Ms. Mimi glides into the room next, her gaze fixed on your jewelry box with unmistakable greed. "Oh, my," she coos, "