<div class="floatleft">(http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01837/HENDRICKS-WESTWOOD_1837976a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Zuko, Tomas<br/><br/>"Just..." Heather let out a sound halfway between a sigh and a moan, one hand continuing to idly toy with her breast. "Just a little bit, Tomas." Although her expansive chest made it clear she was breathing deeply after Zuko's attentions, her voice had quickly leveled back off.<br/><br/>"After all, you know how these little birthday celebrations go." She glanced off in the direction that Zuko had left. "Candles Tomas? If you want some attention from your mother, you just have to ask, you know." The hand that had been rolling her nipple around reached out to stroke her son's cheek. "But it's cute to see you trying to take charge, dear."<br/>As she gave him a warm, motherly smile, her other hand slid across onto his crotch.