Yes

Ivy looked at me expectantly, her face a mask of desire and affection. For a moment, I couldn't believe what was happening. Was this some kind of sick twisted game? Was I going to die after all? My heart was racing and my mind was in a whirl, but I couldn't deny the heat that was spreading through my body. And her breasts... they were so close... I could almost reach out and touch them...

As if reading my mind, Ivy leaned in even closer, her hands cupping her chest as if offering them to me. "Go ahead, Miles," she whispered huskily. "Touch them. You know you want to. You can touch them as much as you want. Mommy doesn’t mind." Her voice was like velvet, smooth and seductive. It was almost hypnotic.

My fingers trembled as they reached out, tentatively brushing against the soft, warm flesh of her breasts. They felt so heavy and full in my grasp, and impossibly soft. I could feel her nipples harden against my palm, and I couldn't help but moan softly. Ivy's eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting as she let out a soft gasp.

"That's it, baby. Touch them. Feel how perfect they are. Mommy's here for you. Only for you." She leaned in even closer, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, "Do you want me to make you feel better, Miles? Do you want Mommy to make all your bad feelings go away?" Her words sent a shiver down my spine, which still hurt along with the rest of my body.

Ivy moaned softly as my fingers traced circles around her nipples, and she arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts even harder against my palms. Her skin was so smooth and warm, and her breasts were so heavy and full. I could feel her heart racing beneath my fingertips.

"Yes, that's it, baby. You're making mommy so happy. So good..." She trailed off, her voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing. Her hips began to rock gently, pushing her breasts harder against my hands. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it was like everything else around us faded away, leaving only the two of us in this little bubble of desire and passion.

Ivy's fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head closer to her chest. She arched her back, offering herself to me, her breasts spilling over the tops of my palms. Her nipples were hard and wet against my skin, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. I could feel myself growing harder and harder against the fabric of my pants, aching for release.

"Oh, Miles," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You make mommy so wet. I love you so much. You know mommy will give you anything you want. Anything...All you have to do is just ask" She trailed off in a loving tone, her words thick with desire. Her hips began to rock gently, grinding against me, and I could feel the heat of her body radiating through my clothes.

Her fingers traced a path down my chest, coming to rest on my zipper. She paused for a moment, her breath catching in her throat, before slowly pulling it down, revealing my growing erection. Ivy's eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, her lips parting in awe.

"Miles," she breathed, "You're so big. So hard. Mommy's going to take care of you now." She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against my stomach as she lowered herself onto me. Her bountiful boobs wrapped around the head of my cock, and I let out a moan that seemed to echo through the room.

Ivy's movements were slow and deliberate, her hips rocking back and forth in a sensual rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Her breasts massaged my length with each thrust, and I could feel her warmth enveloping me. Her lips parted, revealing her perfect teeth as she bit down on her bottom lip, fighting for control.

Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more **** with each passing second. The couch creaked beneath us as she moved, her body glistening with sweat. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, urging me deeper inside her. She arched her back, throwing her head back, and then her entire body tensed, her muscles clenching tightly around me.

Her orgasm was intense, overwhelming. I could feel the wave of pleasure rippling through her, her inner walls squeezing my cock in a powerful rhythm. She let out a long, shuddering breath, her body going limp against mine. Her lips parted, her eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a soft, satisfied moan.

Ivy's fingers gently ran through my hair, her touch so tender it made my heart ache. "Miles," she whispered, her voice still shaky from the release, "I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I’ll never let you go. You can stay here and I’ll let you use my body whenever and however you want, because that’s what a good mother does. She provides for her child and sacrifices everything for them, including her body." She cuddled him against her body and stuck her nipple in his mouth, which made him feel sleepy all of a sudden.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh, just rest. Mommy will take care of everything. You’ll never have a need for another woman ever again.”

Her words were like a soothing balm to his soul, and he nestled deeper into her embrace, feeling the warmth of her body envelop him like a blanket. The softness of her skin against his, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, all of it combined to create a sense of peace and security that he had never experienced before. He knew he probably only felt like this because of her pheromones, but he felt so good. Would it really be bad if he just let Poison Ivy take care of him for the rest of his life. Besides, he felt so comfortable in Ivy’s embrace. He continued to become more drowsy until he fell asleep again.