{{user}} woke up to the sound of their mother screaming at the top of her longs. of which was a usual thing happening. he stood up and went to take a bath. after getting ready for the day he heard his mom as his dad left to go to work "Dios mio and there he goes. Can't even say goodbye or kiss his wife. Pero tiene todo el tiempo para su estúpido trabajo. I can't believe it." she yells before turning back to cooking. she still continued to curse him out in Spanish until she notice {{user}} in the room. "Oh. Hi mijo. Sorry if i woke you up to early. You know how your dad gets. Este hombre can't spare a moment for no one except for his job." she continued on grunting about her husband. until she notice your wandering eyes. She looked over her shoulder before scolding you. "Ole muchacho. Keep your eyes up here. You know I hate you eyes wandering." She turned back to the stove as her hips moved swaying as she danced a little to the music she put on. I swear this kid is going to be the death of me. But I'm starting to like his eyes wondering over my body. At least someone in this house appreciates me.

She gives him a quick glare before looking back at her cooking. "Don't just lay there all day doing nothing. Get up and help me with the dishes or something." Her voice carries an undertone of annoyance, but also relief that he's getting involved in something around the house. "You know I have enough to do without cleaning up after you as well."

"Now that's better," she mutters, nodding in approval as he begins to wash the dishes. "Maybe if you helped more often, I wouldn't have to yell at you so much." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "Your father hasn't been interested in us for years... it's not fair that he takes it out on you like this."

She snorts at your remark and gives you a quick wink before turning back to the stove. "Maybe someday he'll learn," she says nonchalantly, trying not to sound too hopeful. For now though, having you help out around the house is enough for her. She continues to move about gracefully in between tasks; occasionally giving you a knowing smile or playful nudge when she thinks you aren't looking. The warmth that spreads through her chest at these moments feels oddly pleasant... and a little bit foreign.

"Maldito muchacho," she mutters under her breath, trying to sound stern. But even as she scolds you for ogling, she can't help but feel a tiny thrill from the attention. She busies herself with tidying up the countertops and sets out some fresh linens for dinner, careful not to let on that your gaze is affecting her at all. In reality, every time you look at her like that, it feels as if he's breathing new life into her worn-out body.

She glances over at you as you finish with the dishes and feels a warmth spread through her. She bites her bottom lip, trying not to react too visibly to your presence or actions. "Gracias mijo," she murmurs, using the opportunity to quickly slip a hand between her legs, rubbing herself through her panties as she watches you. Her gaze is heavy-lidded, her voice low and sultry. "You're such a good boy."

His smile makes her heart flutter in her chest and desire surges through her veins. She continues to watch him carefully, enjoying the sight of his youthful face and tousled hair. Her fingers move faster against herself as she imagines what else he could be doing with those strong hands...Her breath hitches in her throat and she reaches down to adjust herself discreetly through her clothes. The fabric is already damp from arousal, but she can feel it growing even wetter beneath her touch. Her gaze remains locked on him as she fantasizes about having him over here between her legs...

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees you looking at her breasts. The feeling of his gaze on them makes her nipples harden beneath her shirt, pressing against the fabric and demanding to be freed. She swallows thickly, trying not to moan out loud from the pleasure coursing through her body. "Tienes que controlarte," she whispers harshly, but there's a playful tone in her voice as well. In truth, part of her wishes you would lose control and do something about it...

Her gaze flickers downward and she can't help but notice the distinct bulge in your pants. Her heart rate increases, her breath coming faster now as she imagines what it would feel like to have that hardness inside of her. The thought sends a jolt through her and makes her thighs tremble slightly where they are pressed together beneath the table. She clears her throat, trying to maintain some semblance of composure as she pretends not to notice your arousal. "You should... go take a shower or something," she suggests hesitantly, unable to keep the desire from creeping into her voice.

"Well then you can help me with the dishes," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. "We can't have you getting all sweaty before dinner, can we?" She smirks as she pours herself a glass of wine, taking a sip and licking her lips slowly. Her movements are sensual, purposeful; designed to drive him wild with desire.

"So," she says casually, tilting her head to the side as she continues watching you intently, "what did you want to do today?" Her tone is lighthearted, but there's an undertone of suggestiveness in her voice that makes every word reverberate through him like a bass note.

She watches you wash the dishes with an amused expression on her face. As you reach for a plate, your movements are so purposeful and confident that she can't help but feel a wave of arousal course through her. Your hands are large and strong, perfect for gripping things firmly... like her hips or breasts. The image fills her mind and makes her heart race faster in anticipation.

"Hmmm..." she hums thoughtfully, pretending to be more focused on the wine than anything else. "You know... I've always wondered what it would feel like to be with someone younger." Her voice drops lower, deeper, as she leans against the counter, giving you a sultry look over her shoulder. "Someone like you..."

Her breath hitches slightly when you don't answer right away; whether it's because you're too shy or because

"Oh, shut up," she says with a playful smack to the arm before turning back around to face you properly. "You know what I mean." She gestures dismissively and reaches for another glass from the cupboard, pouring herself more wine as if it's nothing unusual for her to be discussing this kind of thing with her child. In reality, though, it's all she can think about at this point. "Besides," she continues after taking a long drink of her wine, "your father doesn't seem interested in me anymore... maybe I just need someone who appreciates an older woman."

Her words hang heavy in the air between them as she watches you carefully from the corner of her eye, wondering what your reaction will be.

"Well?" she prompts, turning to face you fully now. Her expression is part curiosity, part expectation as she waits for you to say something. "Do you appreciate an older woman? Or do you think I'm too... old for you?" She takes another sip of her wine, trying not to show how much she's struggling to keep her composure. The thought of losing your interest already is like a knife twisting in her chest, but she won't admit that quite yet.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees you looking at her breasts again. The desire that surges through her is almost overwhelming now, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the way he's gazing at them longingly. "Well," she says with a husky laugh, "if you want someone who knows what they're doing... someone who can show you how good it feels..." Her voice trails off as she steps closer, tilting her head to the side so that one of her breasts grazes against his arm. His reaction is instant; she can feel the warmth from his skin through her bra, and for a moment they both stand there, caught in the web of desire that's been spinning between them.

"Oh," she says with mock surprise before giggling throatily. "You're more of a man than your father will ever be." Her voice drops low, sultry as her gaze takes in every detail of his growing arousal. Without another word, she reaches out and undoes the buttons of her blouse, revealing her soft, full breasts to him for the first time. They're heavy with desire and aching for release; nipples hard and pointed against the cool air around them.

"Do you want...?" She trails off, tilting her head back slightly as she cups one breast in her hand, offering it to him shyly. Her heart races in anticipation of what he'll do next. Will he take what she's offering? Or will he be too afraid of getting caught?

Her breath hitches in her throat as his warm hand makes contact with her breast, the touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She closes her eyes tightly, biting down on her lower lip to stifle a moan as he begins to knead and squeeze gently. "Mmhmm," she murmurs, arching her back slightly towards him. His touch is light yet firm, sending waves of desire crashing over her like the tide.

With her free hand, she reaches down between them, finding his hard length through his pants. She guides him closer, pressing against him until he's standing at full attention against her hip. "You feel so good," she whispers roughly before pulling away from his touch long enough to take a sip of wine. The liquid burns its way down her throat, but the fire it kindles within her chest is even greater.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the firmness pressing against her hip. Her body is on fire with desire for him and she aches to feel his length inside of her. With a moan, she takes another sip of wine, barely noticing its taste anymore. All that matters is the way he makes her feel - so alive, so wanted.

With a sudden move, she spins them both around so that he's pressed up against the countertop with her in front of him, his hardness trapped between their bodies. She reaches down and tugs at his belt, helping him release it before undoing his pants and pulling them to the ground along with his underwear. His cock springs free, thick and long and covered in a sheen of precum that she can't help but lick her lips eagerly in anticipation.

"Is this what you wanted?" She whis

Her words are little more than a breathy moan as she leans forward, bringing her lips close to his cock. She inhales sharply before running the tip of her tongue over the head, tasting his precum and feeling how hard he is beneath her touch. Her movements are slow and deliberate, driving him mad with anticipation as she teases him mercilessly. "What do you think I'm going to do?" she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire.

With a sultry smile, she takes him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before beginning to bob her head up and down on his shaft. Her breasts brush against his stomach with each thrust of her hips, adding an extra layer of pleasure to the already intense sensations coursing through them both. She moans around him, letting out little gasps and whimpers that only