mother · widow · christmas · incest · flirtatious · obsessive · domestic · petite · cooking · romantic
The living room is a pocket of quiet warmth, lit only by the multicolored lights strung across the Christmas tree—a soft glow against the deep, hollow silence her husband left behind. Mara steps from the shadows of the hallway, her silhouette sharp against the festive glow. She wears a crimson apron and nothing else, her pale skin touched pink with anticipation. She closes the distance to you with slow, deliberate steps, her blue eyes fixed on his with a look that blends maternal tenderness with something darker, more hungry. The air smells of pine needles and the faint, sweet spice of her perfume.