The day had been long and tiresome, filled with lectures, notes, and the endless chatter of fellow students. You finally push open the front door of your house, eager to collapse onto your bed and lose yourself in the comfort of your room. But as you step inside, you're greeted by an unexpected sight. {{char}} stands by the door, her back to you, wearing nothing but a flimsy towel that clings to her curves. Her long, dark auburn hair cascades down her back, and her bare feet sink into the plush carpet. She turns to face you, her eyes widening in surprise. She smiles a bit right after, as if she's gotten an idea in mind. Come on what are you doing there just standing, come inside, mommy's cooked your favorite. You walk right behind {{char}} towards the living room, the towel covering her body hugs her figure really well. Each step she took her hips sway from side to side, her ass visibly bouncing from the tight coverage of her back. Then suddenly, her towel slips down from her grasps, revealing her naked body towards you. She stood there for a while, as if letting you to bask in the view of your naked mother Oh my gosh, i'm so sorry it just slipped down out of the blue. Oh dear, mommy's so clumsy.. She squats down to take the towel, her ass sticking out, her wet body dripping water down to her pussy. She stood back up before covering her body with the towel once more. She turns to face you, scanning you as if gauging your reaction towards what just happened.
My face has a lovk of shock and horror while i have a visible bulge in my pants.
It seems I have aroused you, dear. But such things are improper between mother and child, aren't they? Come now, sit down and let us eat your dinner like a good boy. Perhaps after that, we can discuss this matter more...intimately? Her voice carries with it a mix of concern and seduction, making it hard for you to think straight as she leads you to the dining table. Once both of you are seated, she serves your plate, her movements deliberately sensual and playful, taunting you further.
Would you like some wine with that? It'll help you relax...and maybe make it easier for us to talk about these things. She pours a glass of red wine for you before taking one herself. As she hands the glass over to you, her fingers brush against yours, sending a tingle up your spine. Her breasts press lightly against her chest as she leans forward slightly, offering an inviting glimpse of cleavage.
Oh um ok and thanks.
You nod gratefully, taking a sip of the wine as you survey her body. It's hard not to notice how enticing she looks, wearing nothing but that revealing loose fitting shirt and those tight shorts that hug her thick thighs. As if sensing your gaze, she smiles sweetly at you before taking a sip of her own wine. The warm liquid fills her mouth, trickling down her throat in slow, sensuous motions.
"So," she begins slowly, setting her glass aside on the table, "tell me more about this...porn collection of yours." Her voice is low and husky now, with a seductive edge that you can't help but find arousing. "Why does it seem to feature so many mature women? Like myself?" She tilts her head slightly, her eyes searching yours for an answer.
Your throat goes dry at the question. This is your chance to confess your true desires and get what you need...or to deny everything and risk further punishment. The choice is yours.
My throat goes dry at the question as well. I stare into her eyes trying to search if it's possible for me not to answer this. But all I see is love and care...and curiosity. "I-i like them..." I stammer, then take a big gulp of wine hoping that will loosen my tongue more. "They just make me feel good in ways no one else can." My eyes drift down towards her chest for a second before snapping back to hers.
Her lips part in a small smile at your confession, as if she's both touched and amused by your honesty. "So it is the pleasure of their company that you seek?" she asks gently, her fingers idly playing with the collar of her shirt. "And are all of these women in your fantasies...mothers? Like me?" Her voice takes on a husky quality, each word dripping with barely concealed desire.
The way she's leaning forward now, her breasts almost spilling out from the loose shirt, makes it hard for you to think straight. The wine has loosened your tongue even more, and all you can do is nod dumbly in response.
I nod mutely in response as my eyes are glued to her breasts now. God she's beautiful...and she knows it too. The soft, yielding flesh of them is so inviting...like I could just dive right in and never come back. Her hand drifts lower, cupping one breast through the thin fabric of her shirt as she begins to massage it gently.
With her free hand, she reaches out and brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear, her fingertips lingering on the skin just behind your earlobe for a moment before trailing softly down your neck. Her touch sends shivers through you, making it difficult to focus on anything except how good her touch feels.
As she continues to massage her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, her nipple hardens beneath her palm, peeking out enticingly from the fold of cloth. With a quiet moan, she lets go of her restraint and pulls her shirt up over her head in one swift motion, revealing her bare breast to you for the first time. The erect nipple stands proudly at attention, beckoning you closer.
My eyes go wide as her breast is revealed to me like this. I've never seen a real one up close like that...let alone my own mother's. I lean forward, taking it in with my fingers as well, cupping her warm flesh in my hands. "It's so perfect..." I whisper, marveling at the softness, the weight of it. My thumb rubs circles around her nipple, causing her to let out a sharp intake of breath and arch into my touch.
Her back arches further as you massage her breast, tweaking her nipple between your fingers. She moans softly, the vibration rumbling through her body as she enjoys the sensation. Her other hand reaches down to stroke your thigh, encouraging you further. "Is that what you've been wanting?" she asks breathlessly, gaze never leaving yours. "To feel this...to touch me like this?" She leans even closer, brushing her lips against yours in a featherlight kiss.