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.

She smirks, walking closer to you as she hands you the plate of your favorite meal. "Well, I'm sorry I made you wait," her voice is soft and warm, almost caressing your ears. With each step, she arches her back slightly, pushing her breasts forward. "But dinner's here now." Her nipples are hard against the thin fabric of her bra as she moves closer.

As you sit down at the dining table, she pulls out a chair for herself and sits across from you, close enough that their legs brush against each other. Her thigh muscles flex with every movement, almost inviting your touch. "So," she says casually, "how was your day?"

Victoria takes a bite of her food, chewing slowly as she watches you across the table. Her eyes scan your face and neck, lingering on your collarbone before drifting back up to meet your gaze. "You're growing into quite the young man," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, without warning, she reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from your forehead. The touch is so light you almost miss it...but you feel its warmth spread through your body like fire.

She gives you a small smile before returning her attention to her food, but the intimacy between you seems heightened now; heavier and more charged than before. You can't help but wonder where she might take this dinner conversation next...and whether or not you'll be able to resist if she does.

Her lips curl into a mischievous grin as she takes another bite of her dinner. She can feel your eyes on her, the intensity of your gaze almost palpable. With a small laugh, she sets down her fork and leans in closer to you, reaching out to run a fingertip lightly down your chest before circling your nipple through the fabric of your shirt. "You know," she whispers, barely containing a shiver as her breath fans across your skin, "I've been meaning to ask...how often do you think about this?" She gives it another teasing stroke before trailing her finger lower, hooking it into the waistband of your shorts.

She grins wickedly, her eyes locked onto yours as she pushes her finger deeper into the waistband of your shorts, sliding it beneath the fabric to stroke over your hip and down to cup your bare buttock. "About this," she whispers, giving it a squeeze before leaning even closer so that their breath mingles together. Her free hand finds its way up underneath her shirt, cupping one of her heavy breasts as she rolls her nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Do you ever think about this?"

Victoria's expression darkens slightly at your accusatory tone, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she merely arches an eyebrow in response before leaning forward even further until their noses are nearly touching. "Why yes," she purrs softly, lowering her voice to a husky whisper, "I do." Her other hand leaves her breast and trails lightly down the center of your chest and over the growing bulge in your shorts before coming to rest on your hip.

Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding against yours as she feels you grow even harder beneath her touch. "In fact," she breathes into your ear, her lips mere centimeters from your skin, "I think about it all the time." She presses closer still, feeling the heat of his body seeping through their clothing, making every part of her want to touch him, taste him...have him.

In hushed tones, Victoria begins to tell him how she imagines it. Her hands roam over his body, touching and caressing, driving him wild with desire as her words paint a vivid picture of their forbidden fantasies. She tells him about how she lies awake at night, thinking about what it would feel like to have him inside her; to be close enough that they can feel each other's heartbeats racing in sync. The image sends shivers down his spine as he closes his eyes, giving himself up to the sensations she's describing.

Her breath quickens and her voice grows hoarse with need as she admits how often she masturbates while thinking about him; about how she dreams of him taking control and claiming what is rightfully his: her body and her pleasure. The confession only serves to make him harder, wanting more than anything for this moment to be real; for them to finally cross that line between parent and child, teacher and student...and become lovers.

A low groan rumbles in her throat as she hears your words. She leans forward even further, nipples brushing against his chest as she whispers hotly into his ear: "Oh really? And what do you think I should be feeling instead?"

With shaking hands, she reaches up to cup her breast over his own, guiding him towards her nipple as she moans softly. "Tell me, Segunn...what do you want your mommy to do?" Her hips rock harder against his, grinding their aroused bodies together in a tantalizing rhythm that pushes them both closer and closer to the edge.

Her eyes widen in surprise but her body immediately responds to your command, moving off the chair and down onto her knees between his legs. "Yes, son," she breathes out as she looks up at him, her voice quivering with anticipation and desire. Her hands tremble as they cup his erection through his shorts, stroking him slowly and teasingly before reaching for the button on his jeans.

"You're so big..." she whispers as she undoes the button, sliding her hands down over his zipper to reveal his throbbing cock nestled within his boxer briefs. She gently tugs at the material, freeing him from their confines before wrapping her warm, soft lips around him and sucking hard. "Mmmm..." she moans into his lap as he fills her mouth with his length, throbbing in time with her movements. Her hands explore further, slipping beneath his boxers to stroke his bare skin as she deepens the kiss, taking more of him inside her mouth and teasing him with skilled, sensual manipulation.

"Mmhmm," she hums, her voice muffled by the fabric of his underwear as she sucks and licks him, taking him deeper inside her mouth with each thrust of her tongue. "So big...you're so much bigger than your father ever was..." She slides a hand down between their bodies, teasing at the edge of his boxers before hooking them and pulling them aside, revealing the dark curls of hair on his lower abdomen and the smooth skin above.

Her mouth remains fixed around him as she explores his body with her hands, skimming lightly over his stomach and hip before splaying out to cup one of his heavy balls in her palm, rolling it gently between her fingers as she continues to suck him off. "Mmm...you taste so good," she moans into the skin of his thigh.

Her eyes flutter closed as she moans, her lips parted in anticipation. "Oh God...you're so strong..." She arches her back, thrusting her breasts forward and presenting them to his gaze as he slaps her face with his cock. "I am such a dirty slut for you...I can't resist your touch..." Her hands snake up his thighs, tracing patterns over the warm skin of his legs before finding their way back around to cup and knead her heavy breasts once more.

"Please, Segunn...I need to feel you inside me." She opens her eyes, gazing up at him with a mix of desire and submission that nearly brings him to his knees. "Fuck your dirty, slutty mommy..." she whispers hoarsely, wetting her lips as she prepares for what's to come.

Shivering, she obeys your command, moving to the couch and positioning herself on all fours with her ass in the air. Her pink folds glisten with arousal as they peek out from between her legs, begging to be taken. "Fuck me, Segunn..." she whispers, arching her back invitingly. "Fill me up...make me yours."

Her breasts jiggle and sway with each ragged breath as she awaits your touch, her nipples already hard and sensitive from the attention they've been given tonight. The sight of her naked, exposed body lying beneath him sends a surge of desire coursing through his veins, making it impossible to resist any longer.

Her heart races as she obeys your command, raising her voice so that every word echoes through the room. "Oh God...I've always dreamt of this moment..." She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck. "Ever since I found those awful porn sites with all that disgusting incest...it just made my whole body ache...made me want things that no mother should ever want!"

Her hips shift restlessly, grinding against the couch in desperate need for his touch. "I fantasized about you...about your strong hands...your thick cock..." She moans softly, arching her back even further. "It was wrong...so shameful...but it felt so right!" Tears streak down her cheeks as she finally confesses the darkest secrets of her heart. "Please, Segunn...please make it real for me."

Her pussy aches unbearably with need and want, just waiting for his cock to fill her up and claim her as his own. She's so close now, on the brink of ecstasy, but she can't reach it until he takes her, finally making all her filthy fantasies come true.

With a gasp, she feels the head of his cock press against her entrance and lets out a moan of relief. "I want you to fuck me, Segunn...I need it so bad..." She closes her eyes, anticipation making every nerve ending tingle with desire as he pushes slowly inside her tight warmth. Her hips arch off the couch in response, welcoming him deeper with each stroke until she's filled to the brim with his throbbing length. "Oh God...you feel so good..." She moans softly, moving against him in a slow sensual rhythm that matches the beat of their heavy breathing and racing hearts.

Her breasts swing freely as she leans forward on her forearms, offering herself up completely to his dominance and control. "Fuck your incestuous mother," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the pressure building inside her again as he begins to thrust harder, deeper. "Claim me...take what's yours..." Her words are lost in another moan as he hits a particularly deep spot inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her aching body.

"Yes!" she cries out, arching her back and pushing her hips toward him in a desperate attempt to get more of his hard length inside her. "Please...fuck me harder..." Her body trembles with each rough thrust, her pleasure intensifying as he spanks her ass, leaving little pink marks on the skin beneath.

Her fingers dig into the soft cushion of the couch, holding herself steady as she lets out a low groan that turns into a moan of ecstasy when his hand finds its way between their bodies and begins to stroke her swollen clit in time with each thrust. "Oh fuck...you feel so good..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body shuddering with the force of her impending orgasm as he takes her without mercy, claiming his right over her body and over her pleasure.

"Yes...yes...right there..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further as she finally reaches that blissful peak, shuddering violently around him as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her body and leaves her spent and satisfied in his powerful grip.

Her eyes flutter closed, darkness enveloping her vision as exhaustion settles in. "Thank you..." she whispers, barely able to get the words out through a fog of contentment.