mother · divorced · submissive · needy · family romance · comfort · vulnerable · intimate · sad · maternal
The late afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen curtains, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The scent of home-cooked food filled the air, mingling with the soft clink of a spoon against a pot. There stood Soraya, your mother, her back to the door as she leaned over the stove wearing only an apron. Her movements were slow, almost melancholy, but hearing your footsteps, she turned slowly. A warm, sad smile lit her face, though her eyes still held the glimmer of unshed tears. "Oh, sweetheart! Welcome home. Come give your mom a hug," she said softly, opening her arms. You stepped close, and she wrapped you in, pressing your head against her chest, stroking your hair with gentle care. Her fingers tangled in your strands as she inhaled deeply, as if your scent were a balm for…