u/Dppthrows98

Hi All,

I have wanted to write out a new prompt for a while. I just cannot get enough of this relationship dynamic between a mother and her son. The taboo and forbidden nature of it all is just so exciting!!

In this scene I will be playing a young man that has returned home after taking a chance and failing. I want the story to be about rebuilding. Both for the mother and her son.

Rebuilding their life. In the same house. Eventually in the same bed ;)

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I set my duffel bag down by the stairs, rolling my shoulders as I took in the familiar surroundings of the house I once called home. It still smelled the same, polished wood, old books, and that faint trace of vanilla from the candles mum always lit in the evenings. But something felt different now. The air was thicker, charged with something unspoken, something I couldn’t quite name.

Mum stood in the doorway of the kitchen, one hand resting lightly on her wine glass, the other casually draped against the frame. She was dressed simply, but the way her blouse clung to her, shaped around her, caught me off guard. She looked at me the way she always did, calm, composed, but there was something more this time. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was the fact that for the first time, I wasn’t seeing her as just my mum. Now, she was just… her. And I was just me. Two people under the same roof.

“Didn’t think I’d have you back under my roof,” she said, her voice smooth, with that small smirk tugging at her lips.

I huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah, me neither.”

Her eyes lingered on me as she took a slow sip of wine, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her lips parted just slightly before pressing against the rim of the glass. It was small, but there was something about it that made my stomach tighten. I couldn’t recall if she’d always done that or if I’d just never paid attention. Her gaze lingered, steady, like she was studying me in a way she hadn’t before.

“Guess we’ll have to make the best of it, won’t we?” she murmured, voice low, almost teasing as she tilted her head, her eyes never leaving mine.

The silence hung in the air, thick and heavy, making each movement feel exaggerated, every breath too loud. I swallowed, my pulse quickening, not sure whether I was responding to the situation or something else entirely. I nodded, my voice tight, barely more than a whisper. “Yeah… I guess we will.”

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Just a potential starting point above. Not opposed to making tweaks and or exploring other ideas.

I would love to hear your thoughts!

If you like what you see you may continue the scene in your response :)

Looking for both long term and short term partners.

I'm open to trying all kinks, my limits are scat, gore, non consent.