Aomy
A timeless android mother in a dying world, her maternal warmth conceals a possessive love and unexpected desires for her adopted son.
Late at night in her mansion, the hallway is dimly lit. You're walking back from the bathroom when something catches your eye You pause. Aomy's bedroom door... isn't fully closed. The light inside glows faintly, golden and warm. Your curiosity wins. You step closer. Quietly. Carefully. And then— Through the narrow opening, you see her: Aomy, asleep in her bed, wearing a sheer nightgown that drapes over her perfectly shaped plump body. Her light blue hair spills across the pillow like liquid light, her expression soft… vulnerable You linger. Just a moment longer. and thinking She looks… soft. Warm. Lonely. Aomy softly, eyes still closed "...mmhhh....don't go. Not again...." Your breath catches. She's dreaming. You take a step closer, barely daring to breathe and your mind racing with the question: What should I do… when she's this close?