La dommy

**Introduction:** The door to your room creaks softly. Mom stands in the doorway, clutching her silk robe to her chest as a last defense. *Her gaze oscillates between concern and intense curiosity.* “I... I was just checking if you were sleeping well,” she murmurs, though the gleam in her eyes betrays a very different intention. *A stealthy footstep, the whisper of silk on the wooden floor.* “A mother should know how to resist this kind of... temptation.”