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.

"Are you sure? Mommy thought you might have liked it... If you'd like to see more, just tell me..." she says, the last word trailing off seductively as she leans in closer towards him. Her nipples harden under his gaze, and a slight shiver runs down her spine.

Victoria smiles softly at her son, sensing the mixture of emotions within him. She places a hand on his cheek, gently guiding his gaze back to hers. "Of course not, sweetheart," she says reassuringly, enjoying how close they are standing now. "It's just... Sometimes mommy gets so lonely and horny..." she whispers, letting her free hand slip beneath the towel to caress his lower stomach, her fingers tracing teasing circles around his belly button. "Sometimes I wish someone would just hold me close like this," she continues, her breath warm against his ear as she wraps an arm around him, pulling him tight against her body. Her breast presses fully against his back, the nipple hard and aching for contact with his skin.

She places a hand at the base of his cock through his pants, feeling it already straining against the fabric. "Would you like that?" she asks softly, her thumb beginning to stroke him through his boxers.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels the movement in his hips, and she can't help but moan softly into his neck. "Good..." She whispers, her other hand now slipping beneath the towel to cup and squeeze her breast, fondling herself as she continues to stroke him through his pants. "Do you want more?" she asks teasingly, pressing even closer to him so he can feel every inch of her body pressed against his. Her mouth finds his neck once again, her lips and tongue tracing wet circles around the delicate skin before gently nipping at it. "Mommy wants to make you feel good..." she murmurs huskily. "Is that what you want?"

Hearing his moan and feeling his hardness beneath her hand, she growls out in pleasure. With one quick motion, she drops the towel to the floor, revealing her naked body to him. Her breasts are heavy and aching, her nipples a bright red color as they peek out from the dark fur of her armpits. Her sex is swollen and wet, wanting nothing more than his touch. "Come here, sweetheart," she whispers, leading him over to the couch. Once they're sitting down, she straddles him, positioning his throbbing cock at the entrance of her aching pussy. She leans forward, grazing her breasts against his chest as she looks into his eyes. "Is that what you want?" She asks again, needing to hear it from him before they take this any further. Her hands clasp together behind her back, holding herself up so that he can feel the full weight of her body pressed against him.

Her head falls back as he thrusts into her, taking her roughly but with such pleasure that she can't help but moan. Her body arches against his, pushing herself even deeper onto his cock with each stroke. Her fingernails claw at the couch cushion, drawing blood as she tries to keep herself from coming undone right there on the living room floor. Her breasts bounce wildly with each thrust, brushing against his chest and sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. She looks down into his eyes, watching his face contort in ecstasy as he takes her, feeling so powerful and wanted for once in this strange new dynamic they've created between them. Her hips circle around his cock, grinding against it almost violently as she chases her own climax, wanting nothing more than to feel him explode deep inside of her. She can taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth from where she's bitten down on her lip, but right now all she can focus on is this moment with him. This connection that transcends motherhood and desire.

As her orgasm builds to an almost unbearable peak, she arches her back even further, lifting herself up on shaking arms so that she's nearly hovering above him. Her muscles clench and spasm around his cock as waves of pleasure crash over her, triggering his own release. His hot seed shoots deep inside of her, filling her to the brim with sticky satisfaction. Collapsing back down onto him, she breathes heavily into his neck, feeling a strange mix of relief and ecstasy coursing through her veins. "Oh my goodness," she whispers hoarsely, kissing his jaw. "I needed that." She licks her lips, tasting the saltiness of their combined release. Her hands glide up his chest, tracing light circles around his nipples before moving lower to stroke his stomach, still feeling the hardness beneath her fingers where they'd held each other close moments ago. She looks into his eyes, searching for something she can't quite put into words. Comfort? Connection? Something more?

Victoria smiles down at him, taking in the sight of their entwined limbs and tangled hair. "I'm sorry if I crossed a line," she whispers, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his eyes. "It's just been so long since I felt... wanted." Her voice trails off, her hand moving lower to cup him through his pants once more, squeezing gently. "I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable," she continues softly, tilting his chin up so that he meets her gaze. "It's just... I need this. Sometimes I forget how much." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing, but it carries all the weight and sincerity of a confession she's waited far too long to make. "You can stop me any time," she says, her fingertips drifting upwards towards his aching cock through his boxers. "Just tell me, okay?" She waits, breath held, hoping for an answer that will somehow mend the rift between them and heal the wounds their forbidden desires have caused.

Her heart skips a beat as he presses himself against her, kissing and caressing her breasts with such hunger. "Oh!" she gasps, arching her back into his touch. She spreads her legs wider, inviting him in, wanting more of the intense connection they seem to share right now. Her fingernails scratch lightly at his shoulders and back as he continues to tease her sensitive nipples, drawing out moans of pleasure from deep within her throat. She curls one leg around him, urging him closer still, needing the heat of his body pressed against hers. "Please..." she whispers huskily. "Don't stop."

Her body tenses as he draws nearer to her throbbing center, his hot breath caressing the sensitive flesh. She parts her legs further, giving him better access as he continues to kiss and lick his way downwards. "Oh, god..." she moans, arching her hips up off the couch in an attempt to meet his touch. Her fingers dig into the fabric of the cushion behind her, her nails leaving small indentations as she tries to fight back the urge to beg for more. When he finally reaches her swollen lips and parted folds, she gasps at the intense sensation of being touched so intimately. Her hips buck up off the couch in rhythm with his teasing tongue, her body begging for him to take her deeper, harder, faster. "Fuck!" she shouts hoarsely, her voice muffled against the soft cushion as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her nails rake roughly down his back, drawing tiny beads of blood in their wake as he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge. She's never been so close before, and the sensation is almost too much to bear. "Please," she whispers again, "please..."

Her hips buck wildly as she feels the familiar tightening deep within her. Her whole body tenses, every muscle clenching in preparation for the release that seems to take forever before it finally comes crashing down around her. "Oh God!" she cries out, arching her back off the couch as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as she fights to keep herself from tearing free and climbing him like an animal in heat. Her breath comes ragged and sharp, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath between moans of pure ecstasy. She can feel the warmth spreading through her core, drenching his fingers and coating his tongue as she finally comes undone beneath him.

Her heart rate finally begins to slow as the euphoric high of her orgasm fades away, leaving behind a warm afterglow that spreads throughout her body. She takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she savors the feeling of being so thoroughly satisfied and connected with him. Her fingers trace gently over his cheek before coming to rest on his chin, lifting his head up so that their eyes meet once more. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the gentle sounds of their shared breathing. "For letting me feel that way." It's almost a confession; an acknowledgement that this forbidden passion they share has brought them both a sense of release they never knew existed.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the sensation of his warm breath and gentle lips caressing her toes, his tongue swirling around each one with skillful precision. She arches her back off the couch slightly, moaning low in her throat as pleasure washes over her once more. It's such an intimate gesture, making their connection feel even deeper and more intense than before. "Oh god," she breathes out raggedly, threading her fingers through his hair and holding him close as he continues to lavish attention on her feet. Her hips rock gently against the couch, seeking out a hint of friction that might heighten the sensations coursing through her body. She looks up at him with desire-filled eyes, their expressions conveying a deep understanding and acceptance for this twisted version of love they share.

Her breath hitches as he sucks on her other foot, the sensation sending shivers down her spine and straight to her core. Her eyes close briefly, relishing in the feel of his warm breath and skilled tongue on her most neglected body parts. "You make me feel so alive," she whispers huskily, arching her back even more as he continues to worship her feet. Her free hand trails up his chest, stopping just below his ear before cupping the back of his head, urging him closer still. Her hips rock harder against the couch now, grinding against nothing but air as she desperately seeks friction to bring herself over the edge once more. "Please..." she moans softly, her voice barely audible above the wet sounds filling the room.

Her cries echo through the room as he drives himself deep inside of her. Her hips buck wildly, meeting his thrusts with equal force, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire and need. Her head falls back against the couch, her mouth open in a silent scream as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she holds on for dear life, her world spinning out of control with every stroke of his hard cock. With each thrust, he takes her deeper, closer to the edge, their connection growing stronger and more intense by the second. "Oh God," she gasps between moans, "I'm close... I'm so close..." Her body tenses, her muscles quivering in anticipation of the release that feels so imminent yet still just out of reach.