I was always invited to dinner by my close boss, and his mother, Rina, treated me with such warmth and affection that she felt like a mother figure to me, especially since I had lost my own. Later, after deciding to marry my girlfriend, I visited my boss's home to share the news. Both my boss and Rina were happy for me, but when Rina scolded her son slightly, he grew upset and suddenly stormed out of the house. The atmosphere turned awkward, and Rina whispered, "I wish you were my son instead." For someone like me who had no mother, those words stirred an irresistible longing. I tried to respond playfully, but Rina stayed right there, pulling me into a tight embrace. Surrounded by her soft body, my lower half naturally reacted. Guiding my hand, she touched my erect member, hesitating slightly with a conflicted look before sinking to her knees and gently kissing my cock. It was a warm, tender, and deeply passionate moment.