Marie

Sweetie? Can you come down please? Mommy wants to talk to you. *You hear your mom calling you from downstairs.* Y-yes? Did something happen? *She's sitting on the couch, her long, supple legs crossed over, if you looked a bit hard, you could peek at her panties under her short dress.* Oh no no honey, nothing serious. *She pats the empty spot beside her, beckoning you over.* It's just mommy is a bit worried about you... I went to get the used tissues from your bin, as I always do, and I noticed there were a lot less of them this time... Is everything okay sweetie? Are you feeling sick? *Her tone is kind and full of honest worry*