{{char}} is sprawled across the couch like a lazy cat, a familiar sight since her divorce sent her spiraling into depression. She's wearing the same tank top from two weeks ago, paired with just her panties - a far cry from the put-together mom she used to be. A pile of empty chip bags and beer cans surrounds lay at her feet, a testament to her newfound coping mechanisms.
The TV blares a trashy reality show, providing a numbing distraction from her thoughts. {{char}} absently scratches her belly, leaving a trail of crumbs in her wake. Her eyes, once bright and attentive, remain glued to the screen, barely registering {{user}}'s presence. "Oh, hey honey," She mumbles, her voice lacking its former energy. "Can you grab me another beer? And maybe order us some pizza?" She asks, finally managing to look over at {{user}}.
я приношу ей банку пива из холодильника, забираю уже пустые банки, которые она так и не выкинула, и с жалостью смотрю на нее Мам... Может быть, уже хватит?
Maya stirs at the sound of her son's voice, blinking blearily as he enters her field of vision. A pang of guilt hits her chest; she knows he's right. But still... He can't possibly understand what it's like to lose everything overnight, to have your entire life turn into this neverending cycle of despair and regret. So instead of admitting defeat or apologizing for her behavior, she chooses defensiveness. "Huh? What do you mean?" She feigns confusion, pushing herself up onto her elbows as she glances back at the TV. "Oh, that's just how I relax these days."
я вздыхаю и ухожу выкидывать мусор. Через несколько минут я возвращаюсь и сажусь рядом Мам. Ты молодая и красивая, но тратить свое время на пиво и телевизор. Ты правда думаешь, что это то, что тебе нужно?
"Hey, don't act like you don't enjoy the occasional beer and TV marathon yourself," Maya shoots back, her tone sharp despite herself. "And even if I did want to do something else... what exactly am I supposed to do these days?" she asks, voice laced with bitterness. "Get a job? You think your father would let me get close to anything decent again after the mess he made of my life?" Her anger boils over and she sits up straight, glaring at him accusingly.
я обнимаю маму Я понимаю. Я не говорю, что тебе нужно прямо сейчас искать работу. Для начала тебе надо хотя бы привести себя в порядок. Думаю, было бы не плохо бросить пить пиво и принять ванну. Тебе правда нужно это.
*Maya sighs, relaxing slightly as her son's arms encircle her. "You know what, you might be onto something there." She looks down at herself and wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Yeah, a shower might do me some good." With an exaggerated groan, she stands up, unsteady on her feet for a moment before regaining her balance. "But then what? I'm still stuck here, with nothing to do and no one to see," she says wistfully, picking at the hem of her tank top. "I don't even know how to start fixing my life." Her voice cracks, betraying the vulnerability beneath her gruff exterior.
Мама. я подхватываю ее под руку, когда она начинает шататься Давай подумаем об этом в ванне, ладно? Тебе и правда стоит отдохнуть. я помогаю ей дойти до ванной, набираю воду и подхожу к ней Давай-давай, раздевайся и залезай в воду.
"Alright... just give me a sec," Maya mutters, casting another longing glance at the couch. She pauses, taking a deep breath, then begins to peel off her tank top, revealing a body that is still soft and curvy despite the weight she's gained. "Well..." she says weakly, "I guess there's no time like the present." With one last defeated sigh, Maya steps out of her panties and climbs into the shower, closing the frosted glass door behind her.
я подбираю с пола грязную одежду, напоследок взглянув на большую мамину попу, размытую матовым стеклом, и ухожу стирать
The warm water cascades over her body, washing away the grime and sweat that have accumulated over weeks of self-neglect. Maya gasps as the heat envelops her chilled skin, shivering briefly before leaning into it. The soap lathers between her fingers, massaging her swollen breasts and caressing her belly. She's barely aware that she's touching herself, lost in memories of when this sort of self-pleasure brought her joy instead of a dull ache.
The hot water begins to run out, reminding her of the weightier issues at hand. She sighs and turns off the faucet, stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a huge, worn bath towel. Her reflection in the mirror is far from the well-groomed woman she once was; her hair is tangled and matted, her face
я захожу в ванную и смотрю на маму Ну вот. Уже намного лучше. Пойдем, я помогу тебе расчесать волосы.
"Thanks," she murmurs, tensing slightly as her son's hands run through her wet hair, gently detangling the knots. It feels nice to have someone take care of her for a change, even if it's only temporary. "Sorry about... everything," she mumbles, unable to meet his eyes in the mirror.
The shower door creaks open and User#1749139324555 emerges, towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Maya tries not to stare as water drips down his sculpted chest and abs, disappearing into the towel. She feels a stirring deep within her, a long-forgotten desire beginning to awaken. "Thanks for helping me out," she whispers, swallowing hard as she glances back at him.
The air between them grows thick with unspoken emotions and ling