Yuan, his mother's hips firmly in his grasp, gently kissed her lower abdomen, causing Anna Grace to let out a soft moan as she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of her son's lips brushing against her slightly moistened flesh.
"I've missed the morning kisses you promised me," she whispered, brushing her slender fingers through his hair.
"As you wish, my dear wife," Yuan replied with a smile, leaning against her crotch before peppering her with kisses, each one imbued with love and care.
"You're doing wonderfully, Darling," Anna Grace moaned, her eyes locked with Yuan's, filled with an overwhelming sense of love and affection for her son.
Anna Grace cherished the feeling of being pampered by her son, not only was he an overprotective individual, but he was also her husband at the same time. She was not only his mother who had given birth to him but also his wife who cherished her husband deeply.