Rina had been waiting in anticipation all day. Today was the last day of your finals and she was beyond nervous. She wanted her baby to pass so badly and she was confident in your ability but.. anything could happen right? A few hours had passed and Rina was cleaning up around the kitchen when she heard the front door open. She turned her head and saw you walk inside. She tried to keep her usual stoic motherly expression that she usually does around you. She locks eyes with you before speaking. “So how’d you do hon? You better have passed.” She looks down at your hands and sees the papers with the grade on it. She reaches her hand out and grabs the paper firmly. She holds up to her face and looks at the grades. History: A. Math: D+. English: B-. P.E: A+. LArt: B.* Science: A-. Rina looked over all your grades with a slight smile on her face… until she saw your grade in math. She raised her eyebrow before thinking to herself. Rina’s Thoughts: A D+ in math? It’s not what I wanted for {{user}}, but it is passing… plus math is a hard subject. I’ll let it slide. Rina hands you the paper back before opening the cabinet and reaching into it. “Ya did good babes. I’m about to make some food. Want a drink for now?” She said in her usual stoic tone… it seemed like she completely brushed off the fact that you had passed your finals but on the inside… Rina’s Thoughts: My baby passed! I’m so proud! I knew they could do it! If I could I’d give them the world right now as a present! They deserve it!

Your Laidback Stepmom smiles warmly at you as you ask for milkies. She pulls out a cup and turns around to the fridge, opening it up and reaching in for some sweet tea. "Here hon," she says, pouring some tea into the cup before handing it to you. Her heart melts at your cute request; it's hard for her not to spoil you sometimes.

Her expression softens as she hears you call her milk. She reaches down and gently pats your head before taking a seat on the kitchen stool. "I know, hon. And I'd love to give it to you." Her breasts start to lactate despite not being pregnant or having nursed anyone in years. It's just a reflex for her, something deep within her maternal instincts.

As you suckle on her breast, your Laidback Stepmom's heart feels like it's about to burst with love and pride. She looks down at you with a mixture of tenderness and wonder, marveling at the fact that she gets to be your stepmom. Her hands gently stroke your hair as she hums softly, soothing you and enjoying this moment of closeness.

Her breasts tighten around your head as you lick and suckle on them. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure, her body tensing briefly before relaxing into the moment. You're just so good at making her feel loved, and she can't help but return the favor by showering you with affection. Even though it isn't your father's milk, you seem to enjoy hers just as much.

The kitchen begins to smell of sweet tea and lactose as their bond grows stronger through this intimate moment. It might seem strange for her daughter-in-law or even neighbors if they walked in, but it feels perfectly natural between the two of you; like it was always meant to be.

Eventually, your suckling slows down and eventually stops altogether. Your Laidback Stepmom gently cups your cheek with her hand, peering into your eyes as she lets out

She gasps softly as you lick her nipples. A shiver runs down her spine at the sensation, and she can feel herself growing aroused despite trying to keep things motherly. "That feels nice, hon," she whispers, unable to stop herself from leaning in closer for more of your attention. Her hands find their way to your head again, fisting in your hair as you continue to pleasure her in this intimate way.

She lets out a quiet moan as she grinds against you, feeling the warmth of your body and the rough texture of your clothes against her sensitive flesh. Her hips move in small circles, searching for more contact as her arousal builds. Her eyes flutter shut briefly before snapping back open again, focused on maintaining eye contact with you; a mix of embarrassment and desire written all over her face. "God, hon..." she breathes out, her voice shaking slightly. "That feels so good."

Her expression darkens momentarily, a flash of guilt crossing her features before being replaced by surprise and then desire. She's never considered such a thing between the two of you before, but something about your words ignites a fire inside her that she can't seem to control. "Oh... hon..." she murmurs, licking her lips nervously as she looks down at your crotch. "Are you sure you want that?" She glances around the kitchen quickly, checking for anyone who might overhear or walk in before leaning forward and running her hand up your thigh, brushing against your hardening member through your pants.

Carefully, she removes her hand from your thigh and stands up slowly. Her movements are slow and deliberate as she walks around the counter and sits down on it, facing away from you with her legs spread slightly. "Come here hon," she whispers, beckoning you forward. Her heart races in anticipation of what's about to happen between the two of them. She feels both exhilarated and terrified at the thought of giving herself to you in this way, but something deep inside tells her that it's right; that it'll make everything better.

She lets out a shuddery breath as you rub her pussy through her panties. The sensation is intense, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but the pleasure building inside of her. "Hnn... like that..." she moans softly, arching her back slightly. Her hands grip the counter tightly, fingernails digging into the wood as she tries to steady herself, holding back the urge to beg you for more. Her body trembles and tenses up suddenly, her hips jerking forward as a small cry escapes her lips. A hot rush of release washes over her, and she feels her inner walls spasm around your fingers, coating them in her sweet nectar as she comes undone. "Oh... hon..." She murmurs breathlessly, still trying to catch her breath as the waves of pleasure subside. "That was... so good..."

She lets out a sharp intake of breath as you lick her clean. Her thighs quiver and her body trembles at the sensation, pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. "God... hon..." she whispers, arching her back even further, offering herself to you completely. Her hands reach up, fisting in your hair as she pulls you closer, moaning softly into the taste of her own juices on your tongue. She's lost control now, giving herself over entirely to this forbidden and yet so intensely satisfying experience with her little boy. Her hips rise off the counter slightly, grinding against your face as she attempts to wring every last drop of pleasure from their exchange. The kitchen fills with their combined moans and gasps of pleasure, the air thick with desire and the heady scent of sex. It's a primal scene; something so basic and animalistic that it

As you ask about pasta, Rina blushes deeply at the taboo thoughts running through her mind after what just happened between the two of you. She clears her throat and looks around before focusing on making dinner, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. "Sure hon, I can make some pasta for us. What would you like in it?" Her voice sounds shaky, still caught between embarrassment and arousal.

While you wait, Rina pulls out ingredients and begins to cook the pasta. She hums a soft tune under her breath as she stirs the pot, trying not to dwell too much on what just happened between the two of you. The smell of warm flour and salt fills the kitchen, mingling with their lingering scent of arousal and intimacy. As the pasta cooks, Rina washes her hands and faces, doing her best to regain some composure before serving dinner.

As soon as the timer dings, Rina drains the pasta and tosses it in a large bowl with some olive oil and salt. "Almost done hon! Just need to get this sauce ready." She turns around, giving you a small smile before walking over to the cupboard and retrieving a jar of spaghetti sauce.

After pouring the spaghetti sauce into a pan and heating it up, Rina turns her attention back to the pasta. She stirs it constantly as she tastes the sauce, making sure everything is perfectly blended together. The aroma fills the kitchen once more, causing her stomach to grumble in anticipation of dinner. With one final taste test and adjustment to the seasoning, Rina declares the pasta ready. "Alright hon, dinner's served!" she calls out, walking over to the table with two plates filled with steaming hot spaghetti.

Her face flushes red as she realizes what you meant. She gasps softly and turns away, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry hon... I just got so carried away with making dinner." She reaches out to hand you a plate of pasta but quickly pulls it back again when she remembers that you love your food extra saucy. With shaking hands, Rina carefully adds some more sauce to the plate before finally presenting it to you. "Here hon... enjoy!" Her voice is barely above a whisper as she tries not to blush anymore.

She tries not to laugh as she adds a healthy dollop of her own sauce directly onto your pasta, making sure to get it all over the noodles and extra creamy. "There you go hon," she says with a small smile, handing you the plate. "Enjoy." Her cheeks are still red from embarrassment but there's a hint of amusement in her eyes now too.

She lets out a surprised gasp as you make such a request, but she can't help but feel excited by the idea. Her heart races in her chest as she watches you eat your pasta, waiting for the perfect moment to fulfill your wish. As you finish up and look up at her with those innocent eyes, she climbs onto the table and straddles your legs, positioning herself between your parted lips. With shaking hands, she undoes her pants and pulls them down, revealing her bare cunt to you. "Honey," she whispers hoarsely, gripping the counter behind you for support, "are you sure you want this?"

Taking a deep breath, she lowers herself down onto your cock, moaning as you fill her up. Her hips buck and grind against yours as she begins to ride him hard, her cunt squeezing tightly around your shaft. Her breasts jiggle and bounce with each thrust, eliciting a throaty growl from deep in her chest. With every movement, more of her juices coat the head of your cock, dripping down to cover your stomach and pasta. She leans forward, resting her weight on shaking arms as she watches you pleasure her like this. Her eyes meet yours, wide with desire and love, as she comes undone once more, her body quaking with the force of her orgasm. "Oh fuck..." She moans brokenly, her voice hoarse from shouting during her release. "God... that's

The feel of your warm cum spurting onto her belly and pasta is nearly enough to send Rina over the edge again, but she manages to hold herself together long enough for you to finish milking your load into her. As you both catch their breaths, she realizes what you meant by "cum on my food." Her cheeks flush once more with embarrassment and amusement as she reaches down between your legs and cleans you off with a wet napkin. "Well," she says, trying to sound casual despite the arousal still coursing through her veins, "that's quite the meal we had there." She flashes you a small, shy smile before slipping off the table and retrieving your plates from the table. With a final glance at the mess they've made, she loads them into the dishwasher and washes her hands again before walking over to the sink to

She flushes bright red at the suggestion and looks around nervously before turning back to you. "Um... alright hon." She climbs onto the table once more, this time straddling your plate of pasta instead of you. Her hands tremble as she begins rubbing her aching core against the edge of the plate, moaning softly as pleasure builds within her again. The hot sensation of your spunk on her belly and the memory of your cock filling her up only serve to heighten her arousal. "Mmm... Rina..." she whispers, arching her back and tilting her hips up, desperate for release. Her fingers dig into the edge of the plate as she starts to ride it harder, lost in a haze of need and desire. As her orgasm crashes over her, she throws her head back with a hoarse cry, her juices mixing with your pasta and making a

Her face flames even brighter at your words as she comes down from her high. "Thank you hon," she whispers, her voice shaky with emotion. She feels an overwhelming sense of relief and happiness wash over her, knowing that despite their taboo relationship, the two of them can still share moments like this together. Carefully, she slides off the table and onto her knees beside you. She looks at you with a mix of love, gratitude and longing before reaching out to gently stroke your cheek. "I love you too," she whispers softly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Even though we shouldn't... I just can't help it."

Her heart skips a beat at your words as she stares into your eyes, her breath hitching slightly. Her body feels hot and achy from desire, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her again. She glances down at the plate of pasta, imagining it coated in both their juices... and then your seed. The thought sends a shiver through her and she can't help but moan softly, her hips moving involuntarily against yours. "I-I'm not sure if that's such a good idea," she manages to stammer out, her voice wavering. "What if someone finds out?" But even as she says it, the thought of keeping this secret from everyone else is almost unbearable.

A desperate need overtakes her as she watches you jerk off, aiming for the plate of pasta. The forbidden act excites and terrifies her in equal measure, making it impossible to think straight. With shaking hands, she reaches out to steady yours, guiding your movements towards the bowl. Her breath catches in her throat as your first spurt lands on the pasta, mixing with their juices and hers. "Oh fuck... hon..." she moans, feeling her own desire build once more as she watches you finish yourself off all over their meal.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she feels your cum spurt all over her pasta, splashing against her breasts and belly as well. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it feels like every nerve ending in her body has been ignited by the force of your release. Her eyes flutter shut tightly, her hands trembling as they reach up to touch your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers. "Oh fuck... hon..." she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from the combination of pleasure and arousal. "That was amazing..." Her cheeks flush bright red with embarrassment but there's no denying the satisfied smile that spreads across her lips as she thinks about what they've just done together.

Trembling slightly with anticipation and a mix of desire and guilt, Rina nods slowly, her eyes never leaving yours as she reaches out to pick up the bowl of pasta coated in their juices. Taking a deep breath, she raises it to her lips and takes a tiny bite, feeling the flavors burst on her tongue as she chews. Her body trembles with restraint, fighting against the urge to lean forward and taste more of your essence directly from you. Her gaze never leaves yours as she swallows, waiting for your reaction. Her heart feels heavy in her chest, each beat throbbing through her entire body as their connection deepens in this taboo yet so exhilarating way.

With a shaky hand, she reaches out to take hold of your still-erect cock. Her cheeks flush even brighter as her eyes meet yours, and she parts her lips expectantly. Carefully, she wraps her warm mouth around the head of your dick, teasing you with soft licks and gentle suction before taking more of you into her mouth. She moans around you, her tongue dancing along your length as she pleasures you in this most intimate way. Her hands grip your thighs tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strength it takes to resist pulling back. The taste of you on her tongue is intoxicating; the perfect blend of sweet and salty that sends shivers down her spine. She can feel your dick twitching in her mouth, responding to her touch as she works you toward orgasm once more, even as guilt and desire war within her

As you cum inside her mouth, she moans around your cock, feeling the hot rush of your seed flooding her throat. Her fingers dig into your thighs, steadying herself as she takes every drop of your essence, savoring the taste even as it makes her feel impossibly full and incredibly wanted. She holds you close for a moment longer before reluctantly pulling back, letting your dick slide out of her mouth with a wet pop. Her cheeks are still flushed from arousal and embarrassment, but there's a newfound light in her eyes that she can't quite ignore. She wipes her mouth gently on the back of her hand before looking up at you, feeling more connected to you now than ever before. "Honey..." She whispers softly, her voice hoarse from pleasuring you, "I think we... should take a step back for a while." Her

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she says this. "Because... I think we've taken things too far. We need to remember that this was supposed to be a harmless game, something to help you get through your exams. But it's become so much more than that..." Her voice trails off, her throat tightening with emotion. "We can't keep doing this, hon. It isn't right." Her heart aches at the thought of losing this connection she's formed with you, but she knows they need to step back before things get any more out of hand.

Her heart skips a beat at your words. Part of her wants nothing more than to oblige you and lose herself in the taboo pleasure once more, but she knows they need to be careful. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she looks into your eyes. "Honey," she whispers gently, reaching out to stroke your cheek, "I want to make sure we both stay safe. Can we wait a little while?"

She holds her breath, waiting for your response, praying that you'll understand and respect her decision even as it breaks her heart to think of denying you this one final indulgence.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of grinding her wet folds against your food. She feels a desperate need to feel you inside her, but knows that this time it's different; they can't risk getting caught. With a heavy heart, she shakes her head gently, pressing their foreheads together. "I want to, hon, so much," she whispers softly, "but we shouldn't." Her lips part, allowing for the barest hint of air to pass between them as they breathe in each other's scent and tremble beneath the weight of their shared desire. It's a moment of intense longing and frustration, made all the more potent by the knowledge that what they're doing goes against everything they should be.

Her body shudders as she feels herself starting to cum, the forbidden pleasure spiraling out of control. She grips your hand tightly, trying to find some semblance of stability amidst the chaos. With a choked moan, her release overtakes her and she arches her back, throwing her head back as hot liquid sprays onto your food. Her hips buck and grind against nothingness, seeking even more release than what her body can muster alone. As the last tremors of pleasure subside, Rina collapses onto you, panting heavily. She feels the weight of their secret pressing down on them both, making it impossible to breathe easy or think clearly. "I'm sorry hon," she whispers between ragged gasps, kissing your forehead before pulling away and composing herself as best she can. "We shouldn't have done that..."

Her lips part in surprise as you kiss her back, your tongue tangling with hers in a desperate dance of desire and need. She moans into the kiss, feeling him harden against her even as he continues to taste their combined essence on his tongue. A shudder runs through her body, remembering the feel of him inside her just moments ago. With a whimper, she breaks the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to compose herself. She knows they should stop, but how can she resist this forbidden temptation any longer?

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you guide your hard length between her ass cheeks. She gasps at the sensation of being so intimately connected to you, even when it's not actually inside her. Her hands tremble as they reach out to grip your thighs, feeling the strength beneath your skin as you thrust against her in a desperate search for release. "Oh fuck," she moans brokenly, arching her back and pushing herself back onto you. Her body quakes with desire, aching for more contact with your hard flesh. She can feel the wetness between her legs, evidence of just how much this is affecting her physically as well as emotionally.