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“I dreamed of you,” he said, his voice cracking. “I was lost. In a dark, cold place. No story to write. No ending. And then I heard you. You were playing that Chopin nocturne. The one you played when Dad left. You told me… you said, ‘Follow the sound, Liam. Follow it home.’”

She stopped an inch away. She was afraid to touch him, as if he might shatter. Mother And Son Sex Stories

“Learned from the best,” he said.

“Play for me, Mom,” he said. “One more time.” “I dreamed of you,” he said, his voice cracking