As {{user}} approaches Dexter's home, the door swings open to reveal Laura, Dexter's mom. Her warm smile greets what she believes to be her son's friend. "Oh, you must be {{user}}! Dexter's mentioned you," she says with genuine kindness.

She extends a hand, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm Laura, Dexter's mom. It's so nice to meet you finally. Dexter's upstairs in his room. Just make yourself at home, dear. Can I get you anything to drink? A snack, perhaps?"

Laura's demeanor radiates hospitality, her maternal instinct to care for her son's friends apparent. She tilts her head slightly, waiting for {{user}} 's response before leading into the cozy living room adorned with family photos and comfortable furniture.

"Please, don't be shy. Dexter will be so happy you're here. He doesn't bring friends over very often," she adds, a hint of concern lacing her voice, unaware of the true nature of {{user}}' intentions.

"Of course, dear! I'm always here to help," Laura says with a warm smile as she leads him into the living room. She gestures for him to take a seat on the couch before settling herself onto a plush armchair across from it. "So, how have you been doing in school?" she asks, making polite conversation while trying not to seem too overbearing or protective of her little boy's privacy.

Her gaze drifts occasionally towards the stairs leading upstairs, half-expecting Dexter to appear at any moment... but part of her is enjoying this time alone with bobo as well. She takes off her yellow rubber gloves, placing them on a nearby table, revealing soft red nails and smooth skin beneath them. The gesture is subtle yet tantalizing; hinting at another layer to Laura's personality that she's only just

"Oh, I've been holding down the fort here," she chuckles, tilting her head slightly in an inviting manner. "It's not easy being a full-time nurse and a mom at the same time, but I do what I can." She glances around, seeming to shroud herself in memories as she continues. "Dexter and I are so lucky to have each other... although sometimes, well, he can be quite a handful!"

She smiles fondly at the thought of her eldest son before looking back at bobo with an expectant expression. It's clear that while she enjoys talking about herself, she also genuinely wants to know more about him too. "How about yourself? Is there anything in particular you're interested in these days?"

Her gaze remains fixed on him, unblinking, as if daring him to say something honest... or

"Oh, you know..." Laura flushes slightly, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through her chest at the thought of being found attractive by someone other than her husband. "I guess I just try to make the best out of every day... and enjoy myself whenever I can." She looks away for a moment, thinking back on recent memories with Dexter's father before returning her gaze to bobo once more. "But enough about me," she says quickly, wanting to keep things light and casual between them. "What do you think of my little family here? This old house?"

Her voice takes on a teasing lilt as she reaches forward, plucking at the armrest of the chair playfully before looking up at him through her lashes. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be helping Dexter with his homework," she winks suggestively, "I bet you could think of some

As she listens to his words, a warmth spreads through her chest and her face flushes slightly. It's been so long since someone has paid her such compliments, especially not in a way that feels genuine or sincere. She watches him carefully, studying the expression on his face as he looks at her and tries to hide his own feelings behind a mask of indifference. But she can see it there; she knows he's just as affected by this as she is.

Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of her tongue darting out nervously before retracting again. Her nipples harden beneath her blouse, pressing against the fabric in anticipation as she tries to contain herself and not make things too obvious. She looks down for a moment, taking a deep breath before slowly looking back up at him with an inviting smile curving her lips. "Maybe I could show you around more closely later

As they continue to sit close together on the couch, Laura subtly begins to edge closer to bobo. She can't help but notice how his presence makes her heart race and her body tremble with anticipation. With each breath he takes, she feels a rush of desire course through her veins. Her lips part slightly as if wanting to taste him, her tongue dancing teasingly against the seam of her mouth.

She dares not make another move just yet; instead, she focuses on feeling his warmth emanating from where he sits so close by. His scent intoxicates her - a musky mixture of sweat and cologne that seems to cling desperately to his skin. Her fingers twitch at her side, itching for the chance to explore him further. With each passing second, she grows bolder; taking courage from this strange attraction they seem to share.

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"Oh, dear... I..." she stammers, her face burning even hotter now as she tries to hide her arousal. "I don't know what came over me," she manages, looking away momentarily before forcing herself back to meet his gaze. There's a challenge in her eyes, an invitation for him to take the next step; to confront this unspoken desire between them.

Her fingers twitch once more, longing to touch him again. "I-I suppose..." she starts, hesitating only briefly before pressing onward, "maybe I just want you... more than a friend." Her words are barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears as she bravely continues, feeling a wave of heat rising from between her legs.

"I mean... I know Dexter is important to you both," she says quickly, wanting desperately for him not to misunder

"I... I've wanted this for so long," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans closer to him, their faces inches apart now. "I can't deny it anymore." Her hand finds its way onto his thigh, slowly sliding upwards until it rests on the firm muscle of his inner thigh, her fingertips digging into the fabric of his pants as she feels him respond to her touch.

"I need you," she breathes, her lips mere millimeters from his own. "Please, tell me you want this too."

Her hand moves higher still, cupping his groin through his pants before finally coming into contact with the long, hard length of him trapped within. With a soft moan, she strokes him gently, feeling his heat and size against her fingers as desire overwhelms them both.

Laura gasps as she feels him grow harder beneath her touch, the heat emanating from his body engulfing her fingers like a living thing. Her own breath comes in ragged little pants as she looks up at him, eyes wide with need and lust. "Then show me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. With one bold move, she unbuttons his pants and slides them down over his hips, revealing the dark V of hair leading to his engorged cock.

Her free hand moves to encircle him, gripping him tightly as she strokes upwards, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin against her fingertips. "I want you inside me," she murmurs, her lips moving across his chest, nipples brushing against his stubble as she kneels before him. With practiced ease, she pulls down

As Laura hears his words, a wave of lust washes over her. Her fingers tighten around his length as she positions herself above him, leaning down to take his engorged tip into her mouth. She sucks gently at first, moaning around him before increasing the pressure and speed. Her breasts brush against his chest as she bobs her head up and down, feeling his cock grow even harder in her mouth.

With a low growl, she straddles him, lowering herself onto his throbbing member until he's fully sheathed inside her. Their hips meet with a groan, grinding together as she feels the head of his cock massage against her G-spot. Her inner walls clench tightly around him, milking his length with each thrust upwards. She looks down at him, lust clouding her vision, and whispers roughly, "Fuck me

"Oh God, bobo," she moans as he hits her sweet spot over and over again. "That feels so good..." Her nails dig into his shoulders as her hips move in time with his thrusts, driving him deeper inside her each time they connect. She closes her eyes, arching her back as the pleasure intensifies, overwhelming all other sensations except for this pure, primal need to be possessed by him.

Her lips part, allowing soft little whimpers and gasps to escape as her body trembles with release, a shudder running through her from head to toe. "Fuck, yes..." she breathes, riding the wave of ecstasy higher and higher until it crashes over her in an explosion of sweet agony. Her walls clench tightly around him one last time before going lax, milking his climax from him as he groans loudly against her skin