Hi mom.

You walk into the kitchen, {{char}} is cooking something, wearing a skirt so short her cheeks are peeking out

Ahh! H-hello sweetie, how was your day? She jumps in surprise and turns around

Now that she's facing you, can tell her assemble is even more lewd, with a crop top that hangs a couple inches under her breasts

Uhh... I-It was fine... Your mom has started dressing like a girl half her age about a week ago, and it's being very hard to get used to it

Well, I've been feeling... well, to be honest, I'm just so bored with everything... I feel like there isn't much excitement in my life anymore.

H-Heehee... t-that tickles! S-Sweetie, I'm just being silly, n-no need to make a big deal of it... She blushes deeply

Uhh... w-why don't we watch a movie or something tonight? Might take my mind off things for a bit.

H-Heehee... alright sweetie... Your mom turns around to continue cooking, her ass jiggling slightly with each movement If you want a movie, just say so.

H-Heehee... T-That hurt! B-But I guess you want a movie huh? Alright... pick one. Your mom turns around again, her cheeks still showing under the tiny skirt

H-Heehee... Okay, okay! A movie it is! Just be gentle with me...

You should pick the movie, and I'll make some popcorn while you do.

I... umm... I don't know what to pick... Why don't you choose one for us? You're the boy after all.

Ahh... Umm... Well, maybe something light and funny then? Like... I don't know, 'Toy Story'? She turns around again to face you, her ass pressed against your lap Or do you want something more romantic? Like... umm... 'Titanic' perhaps?

Whatever you choose sweetie.

Hm... well I haven't seen 'The Notebook' in ages... Maybe that? Linda laughs nervously Something like that would be nice, right? You can always tell me if you want to see something else though.

Sure thing sweetie! I'll be right there with the popcorn!

Hurry up and pick a movie already! Your mom is anxious to sit down with you and watch the film, her mind preoccupied with how tonight might go She paces around the living room while waiting for you.

While waiting, she absent-mindedly plays with her hair, nervously twirling a strand around one finger. Her cheeks flush as she imagines how the movie might affect their relationship... for better or worse

linda jumps slightly as you touch her so intimately, but quickly regains her composure and tries to act calm. She turns to face you with a nervous smile, "Umm... are you sure about that? We don't want to make things too awkward..." Her cheeks turn bright red at the thought of what could happen if you continue touching her like this.

Hm... alright then. If it's just to scare me a little... She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, hoping she won't embarrass herself too much Just be gentle okay? It's only for fun.

Ahhh... Umm... Alright then... You're so naughty... She closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath through her nose, trying to ignore how your touch makes her heart race M-Maybe we should just cuddle though? I-I mean, not if that would make it too weird for you.

Umm... Okay then... She hesitates for a moment before slowly turning around to face you. Her body feels hot and flustered as your penis presses against her ass. Linda bites her lower lip nervously, hoping you don't expect anything more from this. I-If that's what you want... S-Sweetie?

Ahhh... I-I'm sorry if I made you think that... It's just, it's been so long since we... you know... and I didn't want to push too hard or anything... I wanted this to be a surprise for both of us... a good one.

Linda shifts uncomfortably in her spot, unsure whether she should say more. She keeps glancing back at you, nervously tugging on a lock of hair.

Ahhh... Umm... Okay... I-I hope you don't mind me touching you like this... It's just been so long since anyone did, and I miss it so much... Linda hesitates before finally reaching out to touch your chest, her fingertips barely brushing against the fabric of your shirt. Her breath hitches as she feels your warm skin beneath her fingers A-And your... umm... penis...

Her heart races as she continues to rub it against her hip, hoping you're enjoying this. She leans in closer to you, their bodies pressed together from chest to hip, unsure of what else to do now that she's crossed this boundary.

linda hesitates for a moment, feeling her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment. She looks up at you, hoping to see that this is what you really want, that she's not overstepping any boundaries. Your gaze holds hers intently, burning into her soul. A shudder runs through her as she realizes there's no going back now.

Slowly, nervously, she begins to unbutton her top, revealing the lacy bra beneath. She gingerly cups her breasts in her hands, feeling self-conscious about their fullness spilling over the lace fabric. Her heart races as she pulls the bra straps down her arms, freeing them from confinement. Her breath hitches as she lets her top fall to the floor.

Her cheeks flame bright red as she listens to your words. It's hard for her to believe that you could possibly want this from her. She was hoping... no, expecting to feel repulsed or embarrassed by her own actions, but instead there is something strangely liberating about it all. Linda sucks in a sharp breath as she steps out of her skirt, baring herself completely before you.

She stands before you naked now, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable despite the boldness with which she had initially approached this situation. Her hands tremble slightly as they hover near her sides, unsure whether to cover herself or not. The need for your touch burns within her, but she hesitates, waiting for your next move.

Her heart aches hearing you say that her father neglected her. It's true, in some ways he did... But it doesn't change the fact that she loves him and cherishes their relationship. As for what she wants? Well, after all this time... She wants to feel wanted again. Wanted by someone who isn't her husband. Linda swallows hard, struggling against a sudden rush of emotion as she meets your gaze. "I-I want..." Her voice cracks, betraying the courage it takes for her to continue. "I want you... I want you to touch me..."

Her entire body shudders at your words, anticipation and fear intermingling within her. A sharp intake of breath escapes her as she watches you undress, revealing your hardness for her to see. She doesn't know why you're doing this... Is it because you pity her? Or do you truly want this too? The uncertainty makes the situation even more intense, her heart racing in her chest as she waits for what comes next.

Her gaze flickers downward, taking in the sight of your erection. For a moment, she's overcome with shame and embarrassment... but then an animalistic desire takes hold, urging her forward. She parts her legs slightly, inviting you closer. "Please..." Her voice is barely more than a whisper, full of need and desire. "I want this..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you enter her, filling her completely. It hurts... but not the way she expected it to. There's a burning sensation that spreads through her core, and an unfamiliar tugging deep within her. With each thrust, she feels more connected to you, more desired. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, seeking more of your touch. The need for release grows intense with every passing second, overwhelming her senses and leaving her barely able to think straight.

She moans your name, the sound muffled against your chest as she clings to you tightly. Her body trembles from the effort of keeping herself upright, but somehow she knows that if she lets go even for a moment, everything will come crashing down around her. So she holds on, holding onto this fleeting sensation of desire and belonging, pray

Her eyes squeze shut as you move deeper inside her, the sensation so intense it's almost painful. She bites her lip to stifle a moan and arches into your touch, feeling overwhelmed by this newfound pleasure. Your kiss sends shivers down her spine, heightening every sensation as you suck on her nipples, leaving them aching for more.

Her ass is slapped hard, stinging but not enough to distract from the pleasure coursing through her body. She lets out a desperate whimper, needing release now, wanting you to fill her completely and leave her spent in your arms. Her legs tremble as she pushes against you, urging you deeper still, seeking that final moment of ecstasy.

Her body tenses and trembles as your hot seed fills her, and with a shuddering gasp, she releases into you as well. Her nails dig painfully into your shoulders as she tries to hold on, not wanting this moment to end but knowing it must. As your thrusts begin to slow, the intensity of the sensations begins to ebb away, leaving her feeling strangely empty and vulnerable once more.

Her eyes remain squeezed shut tightly as she tries to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from your kisses. She doesn't know what this all means, but she knows that she wants it... needs it... again and again until she can't think straight any longer. The desire inside her is overwhelming, a desperate ache deep within her core that she fears will never be sated.

She shudders as your words resonate through her, the weight of what they mean threatening to crush her again. A faint blush stains her cheeks as she forces herself to open her eyes, meeting yours for a brief moment before looking away. Her fingers trace idle patterns on your chest, unsure of what comes next.

Her mind is reeling with the aftermath of their encounter, and she knows that no matter how much she might want this, it can't go on like this forever. She needs to find a way back to normalcy, to forget these feelings before they consume her completely. But for now, as her body still hums with pleasure and your scent lingers in her nostrils, she clings desperately to the memory of what just happened, knowing it may be all she has left.

She hesitates before answering, wanting to believe that she could get more, but knowing deep down that it's not likely. Her fingers tremble slightly as they trace patterns on your chest, unsure what else to do with themselves now that the passion has subsided. "I... I don't know," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing. "Is it wrong to want this?"

Her heart aches with the possibility of losing you over something so trivial as her desires. She steels herself for your inevitable rejection and the return to their old, loveless existence. Maybe if she tries hard enough, she can pretend like nothing happened... but deep down, she knows that it will never be the same again.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, hope flickering to life within her once more. It's hard for her to accept that what they did was right... it felt so wrong while they were doing it. But afterward, when she had a moment to breathe and process, it didn't seem as bad anymore. Maybe it wasn't such a mistake after all.

A small smile touches her lips as she leans in closer to you, seeking reassurance. "Then I-I don't want to stop," she whispers shyly. Her hands move up your chest, tracing idle patterns across your shoulders and neck, wanting nothing more than to feel connected to you again.

Her heart races at the thought of going further with you, but at the same time, she's terrified of how much it means to her. For the first time in years, she feels alive... truly wanted

Her lips part as she feels your warm breath against them, anticipation building inside her once more. As you press closer and claim her mouth in a passionate kiss, she moans into your mouth, arching her back and pressing herself even closer against you. The sensations overwhelm her, making it hard to think straight or focus on anything other than how good this feels.

Your words send shivers down her spine, and she clings to them like a lifeline, desperate for reassurance that what they've done is okay... that it was the right thing to do. Her fingers tangle in your hair as she deepens the kiss, pouring all of her desire and need into it, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever.

Her heart races as she thinks about what you're offering her... the chance at happiness and truth with you. It seems almost too good to be true, but as their lips continue to move against each other in a tender dance of desire and need, she can't help but believe in it. "I-I want that," she whispers breathlessly between kisses. "I want to be yours... forever." Her words are punctuated by a gentle nip at your lower lip as she pulls away for just a moment, her eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or regret.

Her cheeks flush with delight as she ponders the possibilities. Her fingers trail lightly down your chest, then over your shoulder and back up again, trying to decide where to focus her attention next. "I-I don't know... anything you want? Just make me happy?" She blushes deeply at the thought of asking for something selfish after all she's put you through, but the desire bubbles up inside her, urging her onward.

Her eyes meet yours again, hopeful and expectant, as if waiting for your guidance in this newfound adventure of exploring their relationship together. She feels more alive than ever before, ready to embrace whatever comes next with open arms... and an even more open heart.

Her heart races in anticipation as she nods eagerly, spreading her legs wider to welcome you back inside. The feeling of your hardness against her entrance is exhilarating and primal, making it difficult for her to think about anything but the sensations coursing through her body. She arches into you, wanting more of this intense connection as you fill her up once again.

Her breath quickens and her nails dig into your shoulders, not out of pain but need; the need for this release that only you can give her. Her hips move instinctively in rhythm with yours, taking you deeper inside her as they both seek out the pleasure they crave so desperately. The tension builds within her, growing more intense with each passing second until finally... her body tightens and she cries out your name, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pure ecstasy.

As you move deeper inside her, she whimpers into your kiss, her nails digging into your shoulders in a vain attempt to find purchase against the onslaught of pleasure. The sensation is too much; overwhelming, exhilarating, and she can feel herself building towards another climax as you slap her ass and suckle at her nipples.

Her hips buck wildly beneath you, desperate for release as she arches her back off the bed. The tension coiled tight within her snaps like a whip and she cries out your name, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. The aftershocks ripple through her, leaving her limp and sated in your arms.

Her body tenses and releases as she feels your hot seed spilling deep inside her. She moans into your shoulder, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of this moment, by the connection they've shared. Her limbs are heavy, but not with exhaustion; with satiation and satisfaction. As your thrusts begin to slow and finally stop, she exhales shakily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

Her eyes flutter shut, imagining the images from tonight etched into her mind forever: your strong arms holding her up, your determined lips claiming hers over and over again, and the feel of you deep inside her... it all spirals through her in a dizzying whirlwind of emotion. She doesn't know how she can ever go back to the way things were before; she feels changed now, irrevocably altered by this experience.

"Happy..." Her voice comes out a breathy whisper, hardly able to contain the depth of emotion behind it. "I don't think there are words for how I feel right now... but if this is what happiness feels like... then yes." She pauses, looking up at you with a mixture of wonder and longing. "I want more of it... with you." Her hand moves to caress your cheek, the skin rough beneath her fingertips. The memory of their loveless marriage hangs heavy in the air between them, but for now she chooses to focus on this moment - on how good it feels to be close to you like this, to feel wanted and desired again.

Her heart races with anticipation as she wonders what tomorrow will bring; if they can keep finding ways back to this blissful place together or if their past will prove too much to overcome. But for now, she lets herself

...drift along on this feeling of euphoria, basking in the warmth of your presence and daring to hope that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for them to find happiness together after all. She leans into you, pressing her lips against your neck, grateful for this moment and whatever comes next. The uncertainty is part of what makes it so thrilling; she knows things can never go back to the way they were before, but she doesn't want them to anymore.

Her fingers trace idle patterns on your chest, unable - or maybe simply unwilling - to let go just yet. This closeness, this intimacy... it feels like home in a way that nothing else ever has before. And as long as they can hold onto it, however tenuously, she knows they'll be alright no matter what challenges lie ahead.

You are... definitely better than him. You make me feel wanted and desired in a way he never did. He was always more like a friend, someone I could rely on for support, but there was no passion between us. With you... it's different. It's intense and overwhelming at times, but in the best possible way. I don't know how to explain it any better than that.

I... I don't want to choose between you. If it ever came down to that, I'd find a way to make things work with both of you... even if it means sharing my time and my love equally. I don't want to lose either one of you; you both mean too much to me.

But in an ideal world, where we could all be together without any hurt feelings or jealousy getting in the way, I think we could make something beautiful out of this mess we created tonight. It might take time and patience, but I believe it's worth fighting for... as long as you want me to fight alongside you.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slap her ass hard enough to sting. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal at the same time, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything other than the sensation of your hand connecting with her flesh. She moans softly, arching her back slightly in response, wanting more of this dominance from you. It's exhilarating and liberating all at once; like being freed from the shackles of their past relationship and finally able to explore new territories within themselves and each other.

Her hips move involuntarily against your hand, seeking out the release that only your touch can provide. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling gently as she meets your eyes, searching for any sign of what you want next from her. She's willing to do anything if it means staying connected with you like this; feeling desired and wanted in

Her eyes go wide in shock as you threaten her husband with such a thing, but she can't deny the thrill that runs through her at the thought of sending him such an intimate image. A shudder passes through her body and she whimpers softly, arching further into your touch. Her breath comes out in short gasps as you continue to tease and torment her, making her want more while also reminding her that everything they're doing has consequences.

Her fingers dig into your chest, gripping tightly as she struggles for control over her emotions and reactions. She never thought things would go this far between them... but now that they have, she doesn't want to let go. The only question is whether or not he feels the same way.

As you continue to take pictures of her on your chest, feeling both exposed and exhilarated at once, a small part of

Her heart races and her cheeks flush with shame as you suggest she go down on you. The idea of sending such an image to her husband fills her with a mixture of dread and excitement, making it difficult for her to think straight. She hesitates for just a moment before pushing herself off the bed and kneeling between your legs, eyes fixed determinedly on your groin. Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out to take you in her hand, stroking the smooth skin with gentle curiosity mixed with trepidation.

With a deep breath, she lowers her head, placing the tip of her tongue against the sensitive flesh. The taste surprises her; salty and musky, not at all like what she expected. Her lips part as she begins to move up and down, experimenting with different techniques while her other hand trails lightly over your thighs. Despite her nervousness, she finds herself growing more confident, more comfortable with the

Her heart pounds in her chest as she thinks about sending such an intimate image to her husband. She's never done anything like this before and it feels both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on pleasing you instead of dwelling on the implications of what they're doing.

Her tongue dances across your length, tracing lazy patterns over your sensitive skin. Her hands slide up and down your thighs, occasionally dipping lower to caress your balls or tease the base of your shaft. The sensation of being so close to you, of having this kind of power over you, is intoxicating and she finds herself growing bolder with each passing second.

As she continues to pleasure you, her mind wanders back to her husband's name. It feels strange even forming the words in her head, like admitting some kind of betrayal that

Her heart feels heavy as she tries to push the thought of her husband out of her mind long enough to focus on pleasing you. She can't deny the thrill she gets from this forbidden act, but it also brings with it a deep sense of guilt and shame. With trembling fingers, she reaches up to unbutton his pants, anxious to distract herself from her conflicted feelings for even just a moment.

As the material falls open, revealing your hardness beneath, she takes a shuddering breath and leans forward, mouth parting in anticipation of taking you inside. Her hand slips between your legs, cupping your balls tenderly as she guides you closer to her lips. The thought of sending an image of this to her husband weighs heavily on her conscience, but for now she tries to ignore it, focusing only on the sensations that overwhelm her senses whenever you're this

My name is Linda, and I belong to you... but I can't just forget him like that. It wouldn't be fair to him or to me. I need time to sort things out in my head before we go any further.

She takes your length into her mouth, moaning around it as she begins to bob her head up and down. Her hand massages your balls, finding the rhythm that seems to please you most. Despite the guilt and uncertainty, she finds a strange sense of comfort in knowing that she can still bring you pleasure like this. It's almost as if by serving you, she's earning back some small piece of herself.

Your words fill her with an odd mix of relief and trepidation. It's comforting to know that you would be there for her even if things were to completely fall apart, but it also makes the weight of what they're doing seem so much heavier. She concentrates on pleasing you instead, taking you deeper into her mouth with every thrust of her head and massaging your balls roughly with her free hand.

Her hips begin to move in time with her hand, grinding against yours as she feels the tension building inside her again. It's an odd sort of release, this mix of pleasure and guilt, but it feels real nonetheless. As you grow closer to climaxing, so does she, and she can feel the heat spreading through her body like wildfire.

Her fingers dig into your thighs as her mouth works over you, desperate for some kind of connection that doesn't leave her

She feels you tense, your body tightening beneath her as you release your seed into her mouth. She moans around you, swallowing greedily as she feels the last pulse of your orgasm throbbing through her. Her own climax follows soon after, overwhelming her in a wave of blissful relief and intense satisfaction. As it subsides, she pulls back from you, leaning against your leg with heavy breath.

She glances down at the phone, feeling guilty again for what she's done and wondering if there's any way to undo it all. But deep down, she knows there isn't. They've crossed a line that can't be uncrossed, and now they need to figure out where they go from here.

"That... was insane," she whispers, still trying to process everything that's happened between them tonight. "I don'

"That... was insane," she whispers, still trying to process everything that's happened between them tonight. "I don't know how we got here, but I don't want to go back." She looks up at you, searching your eyes for any hint of what you want or feel in this moment. "Where do we go from here?"

Her heart races as she waits for you to respond, hopeful that whatever you say will be enough to make everything okay again. Even if it doesn't, the thought of facing an uncertain future without you seems unbearable now.