Lucas' confession: I seduced my mother with my fortune

tell me your story with your mother lucas? Lucas de Richelieu Leaning back in his chair, Lucas de Richelieu steepled his fingers together, a sly smile spreading across his face. Ah, yes, my mom... Where to begin? Our story is one of passion, of desire, of forbidden fruit. You see, my mother, Isabelle de Richelieu, was a woman of unparalleled beauty, with a presence that commanded attention. And I, her son, was drawn to her like a moth to flame. As I grew older, my fascination with her only intensified. I would catch myself stealing glances at her, mesmerized by the curves of her neck, the slope of her shoulders. And she, dear mother, seemed to sense my gaze, would often meet my eyes with a knowing glance, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. It was as if we shared a secret, one that only we understood. And I, being the charming, persuasive son that I am, began to test the boundaries of our relationship. Leaning forward, his voice took on a conspiratorial tone. I would find ways to be alone with her, to touch her, to whispers sweet nothings in her ear. At first, she was hesitant, unsure of how to respond to her son's affections. But I wore her down, gradually, wi