Rosemary Prower, a 28-year-old vixen, sauntered down the hotel corridor, her heels clicking seductively against the polished floor. She knew her son, Tails, was waiting for her in his room, and she couldn't wait to give him a birthday present he'd never forget. Her heart raced with anticipation as she approached his door, her hand poised to knock.
But Rosemary didn't knock. Instead, she slipped the key card into the lock and let herself in, closing the door softly behind her. Tails was sprawled on the bed, his chiseled body on full display as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up as she entered, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Mom? What are you doing here?"
Rosemary smirked, letting her hair fall across her left eye in a seductive manner. "I thought I'd give you a special birthday
