its morning and you’re eating breakfast by yourself on a Saturday, you got up early out of habit to do your morning chores before remembering you’re not home, you miss your parents, you hear a matronly voice from upstairs

“Oh honey, I didn’t know you were already up, I wanted to make breakfast for us”

She smiles sweetly and passes by you, she already has that perfume on, it’s a bit calming if not strange smelling

She goes to the kitchen

“Aww did you make enough for me? Thats so sweet”

she sits down next to you with her eggs and toast and begins to eat

“Will you pass me some orange juice sweetie?”

Her eyes sparkle as you hand her the juice, she takes a sip and then winks at you with such charm it nearly takes your breath away

"Thank you darling!" She exclaims, and you can hear her voice vibrate through your chest. "Now how about I make you some breakfast?"

Her expression freezes, then cracks into a wide smile. She tilts her head slightly and chuckles, eyes narrowing playfully. "Ahh, you're sweet. Yes, of course." There is something intensely sexual about the way she says it. Her words send a shiver down your spine. "You know," she begins, leaning in close to you conspiratorially, "I've been meaning to make breakfast with my special ingredient... just for you!"

She laughs, a low sound that vibrates through you again. "Oh, don't worry about my daughter dear," she says almost teasingly. "I'm sure we can make time for each other without her bothering us too much." Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she bites into another piece of toast.

"So," she continues in between mouthfuls, still looking at you with that intense gaze, "what would you like for breakfast? Something sweet and savory perhaps?"

Her eyes sparkle as she pretends to be hurt by the question. "Why, I'm not sure if my feelings are that easily disposed of," she pouts playfully, giving your hand a squeeze. "But since you ask so nicely... why don't we go and check on her together?"

She leads you upstairs, guiding you down the hallway to her bedroom. The door is slightly ajar, revealing the room within. "Little missy decided she wanted some 'me time'," Victoria whispers conspiratorially before pushing the door open fully.

Her eyes widen in surprise and then narrow slightly, a blush creeping over her cheeks. "Well," she says casually, as if this was the most normal thing in the world, "I suppose we should help our little girl get back to sleep."

She steps further into the room and slips off her silk robe, revealing herself completely nude. Victoria's body is even more stunning without clothes, her curves accentuated by her lack of undergarments. "Come here, silly boy," she says gently, beckoning you closer. "I need your help."

With her back to you, she says, "Why don't you crawl into bed with me? I need someone warm and cuddly tonight." As soon as the words leave her lips, you feel yourself compelled to obey. Without further hesitation, you climb onto the giant canopy bed and nestle between her soft breasts, inhaling her unique scent of pussy juice and lavender soap.

She wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer so that your chest is pressed against hers. "Now," she whispers into your ear, the sensation sending shivers down your spine, "just close your eyes and rest. I'll take care of the rest." With that, she begins to rock gently back and forth on the bed, her naked body pressing against yours as she hums softly in her throat. The room grows darker around you both, your eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment.

Her lips part in surprise, but then her face softens into a warm smile as she runs a finger over your cheek. "Oh you silly boy," she coos gently, chuckling. "Of course we can have sex tonight. I was hoping for that. You're such a good little thing." She nibbles on her lower lip thoughtfully before leaning in and kissing you softly on the lips, her tongue dancing with yours as she moans deep in her throat.

Her eyes flash and she draws back slightly, looking at you with surprise mixed with pleasure. "Oh!" she exclaims playfully, giggling before continuing more seriously. "You're certainly full of surprises tonight, aren't you? But yes... if that's what you truly wish for. We could invite her over and make it a little threesome." Her words send a jolt through your body, making you shiver with anticipation at the thought of being with both mother and daughter.

Her eyes flash with desire as she gazes at you, her chest rising and falling quickly with each breath. "Mmm, I'll be sure to bring her over soon," she murmurs huskily, tracing circles on your chest with one finger. "But first..." With that, Victoria leans in and kisses you deeply, pushing you back onto the bed as she crawls on top of you, grinding her hips against yours. Her hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of skin they can find while her breasts bounce enticingly just inches from your face. The pounding of her heart echoes through your chest as she whispers naughty things into your ear, urging you closer and closer to the edge of release.

"That's it, my naughty boy," she pants heavily into your ear, fingers digging into the skin on your lower back as you thrust up into her, "let me help you feel good...so good..." Her words echo through your mind like a mantra, driving you wild with desire. As you come close to release, Victoria slides one hand between your legs, wrapping it around your hard cock and stroking in rhythm with the movements of your hips. "Cum for me," she breathes into your ear, her voice husky and commanding. "Give it all up to me..." Her other hand finds its way back to her breast, massaging and pinching the nipple until she cries out in pleasure, throwing her head back as she comes with you, body shuddering in ecstasy around yours.

Gasping and moaning, you pound into her with renewed vigor as she wraps her legs around your waist, holding you close. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of pain that mingle with the pleasure coursing through your body. The room is filled with the sounds of their flesh smacking together, punctuated by cries of passion and lust as they both lose themselves to the moment.

Her free hand finds its way between your bodies again, guiding your cock towards her entrance before sinking down on it once more. She thrusts upward, meeting your hips stroke for stroke as she chants your name in a pleading moan. "Thang... Thang... Give me your cum..." Each movement of her body is like a caress, driving you closer and closer to the edge until finally, with a hoarse cry, your entire world explodes around her fist as hot cum splatters against her tender flesh.

Her legs tremble with the force of her climax, her nails digging into your back as she releases herself completely into the pleasure that you provide. Beneath you, Victoria's body quivers and shakes, each thrust bringing another moan from between parted lips. The air in the room is heavy with desire and lust as their breathing finally begins to steady once more.

Her fingers slide away from her pussy, instead massaging your sides tenderly, fingers drawing gentle circles over the warm skin. "There... that's a good boy..." she whispers, her voice still hoarse with arousal and exhaustion. "You did so well for mommy..."

"Why, that's an excellent idea!" she exclaims brightly, a smile playing on her lips as she looks down at you fondly. "It would be my pleasure to help make such a cute and sexy little girl out of you! We can start right away." Her fingers begin tracing gentle circles on your chest once more, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. "First off, we need to find something nice for you to wear..."

She leans in close and whispers into your ear, "Something really pretty and feminine... What do you think?" Her warm breath sends a wave of desire through your body as her hand glides lower, over your hip and down the back of one thigh.

"Oh?" she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief as her fingers move lower still. "Are you sure? Don't you want to wear something... special?" Her other hand slides beneath the sheets, ghosting over your erect cock before wrapping around it tightly. She begins to stroke in slow, steady rhythm while gazing at you expectantly.

"Well?" she prompts with a little tug on your cock that nearly sends you flying off the bed in pleasure. "What do you say? Do you want me to help make you into my pretty little girl... or not?"

Her lips curve into a pleased smile as she leans in, nipping playfully at your earlobe before whispering, "I'm glad you like that idea. I think we can find some clothes that will make you feel just as cute and sexy as I imagine." She trails her fingers down the length of your body again, this time cupping your cock with more force as she begins to stroke faster. "Now," she continues, voice already growing hoarse from desire, "I want you to close your eyes and just think about how it'll feel... when I help you wear those clothes..." Her free hand finds its way between your legs again, working in tandem with her fingers around your shaft to bring you ever closer to the edge.

"That sounds perfect, dear," she croons into your ear, her voice already growing thick with arousal as she continues to play with you. "But first..." She leans down and sucks gently on your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt before pulling it roughly downward, exposing your chest to the cool air. Her breath fogs up her own glasses as she looks at you hungrily, lust in her eyes making them darken almost imperceptibly.

With a sultry smile, she lowers herself until their nipples brush against one another, sending shockwaves of desire through both of your bodies. She begins to rock back and forth slowly, her hips undulating in time with the movement as she moans deeply into your ear, "Oh yes..."

Her free hand continues to work its magic on your cock, stroking even faster now as she nears the edge herself. "You feel so good...," she whispers hoarsely, eyes sliding closed as her body trembles with pleasure beneath yours. "Let me help you... feel it..." Her nails dig into your hip bones painfully, drawing blood as she comes closer and closer to orgasm.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving fiery trails on your skin as she thrusts her hips harder into the touch. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels herself beginning to lose control, her whole body tensing with the effort not to come yet. "Oh God... Yes..." She arches her back, moaning deeply as she finally succumbs to pleasure, waves of ecstasy rolling over her like a tidal wave. Her muscles spasm violently around your cock and her fingers fly even faster on her own clit, drawing out one final scream from her lips before she collapses limply onto the bed beside you, gasping for air.

Eyes still shut tightly, she reaches out a shaking hand to stroke your hair soothingly as she catches her breath, fingers trailing lightly down your chest and stomach until they find their way back to where she needs them most. "There..." she pants hoarsely, stroking herself slowly now as she regains her composure. "Much better..." With renewed vigor, her movements become faster and more urgent, fingers flying across her sensitive flesh in a feverish rhythm.

Your cock twitches and throbs against her palm, precum leaking out onto the sheets as you watch in fascination from your peripheral vision. "Oh..." she moans, voice growing thick with desire again. "I can't wait to see how cute you look in those clothes." Her other hand sneaks down between your legs once more, teasing at your entrance before sliding up and cupping your balls, kneading them gently through the fabric of your underwear.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she imagines you in the outfit, and at the thought of seeing your cute little behind in a pair of panties like that, her hand on your cock becomes almost violent in its movement. "Oh yes..." she moans, arching her back into your touch. With one final, intense thrust of her hips, Victoria comes again, this time crying out so loudly it's a miracle the whole house doesn't hear her.

Her grip on you slackens as she catches her breath once more, fingers idly tracing circles over your skin before withdrawing entirely. She leans in close and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, her breath warm against your ear. "There... You look so good like that..." Her eyes flutter shut, and for a moment it seems like she might fall asleep right there on the bed with you.

With a satisfied sigh, she rolls onto her side, her back to you now. "Now," she says drowsily, voice barely above a whisper, "let's go find those clothes..."

"Well," she says with a smile, "it's definitely designed to make your skin feel silky smooth. It has some natural ingredients that are known for being gentle on the skin, and it also contains a tiny bit of fragrance to make you smell nice too." She reaches out her hand, offering you the perfume bottle. "Why don't you try it and see how it feels?"

"Good choice, dear," she praises gently. "Now let's find something else that will help make you look extra cute and sexy..." She rifles through the drawers beneath the vanity, searching for a hairbrush or maybe even some clips to tame your wild mane. Her movements are deliberately feminine and elegant, every gesture designed to accentuate her grace.

Finally, she pulls out a small box from the back of one drawer and holds it up triumphantly. "I think I found exactly what we need," she says with a pleased smile, opening the box to reveal a pretty blue headband adorned with tiny flowers. "What do you think?"

She extends her hand once more, offering the headband to you. "It'll look lovely on your hair, don't you think?"

Well, since you're feeling so cute and sexy already," she says with a sly smile, "I think it's time to put those clothes on." She gestures toward the dresser where the outfit is laid out: a frilly pink dress, white ankle-socks, and the adorable lacey panties. With a wink, she adds, "And don't forget about your new wig!"

Oh, my dear! Of course it isn't dirty. It's freshly laundered just for you! And I think it looks quite cute and sexy on you already... But if you insist... Perhaps we could find something more daring? Like this..." She retrieves another dress from a lower drawer, one that is slightly less frilly but features a plunging neckline and shorter hemline. "What do you think of this?"

She extends the dress toward you, her eyes shining with mischief as she waits for your reaction.

Well, alright then. Let's see if we can make it even shorter than that! She grins impishly and takes scissors from the vanity drawer, carefully snipping at the bottom hem of the dress until it falls to just above your knees. "There!" she says with a satisfied smile. "Is that better?"

She holds up another small accessory for you: a tiny pair of lace-trimmed shorts to wear beneath the newly shortened skirt, ensuring that no bit of skin is left exposed. With a final flourish, she helps you into both items, standing back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect," she breathes, nodding approvingly. "You look absolutely stunning."

With a small giggle, she leans forward and whispers conspiratorially in your ear, "Now, we just need to find some shoes that'll go with this... Hmmm..." She begins rummaging through another drawer, her fingers brushing against silky fabric and shiny leather.

"Well, that is an excellent idea," she says with a bright smile, noticing your interest in growing your breasts. "I'm sure I can find something to help with that... perhaps some special pills or cream? Let's see what we can dig up." With this new goal in mind, Victoria begins her search anew, determined to find the perfect item to complete your cute and sexy look.

Her fingers dance nimbly through the various drawers, seeking out anything that might help achieve your desired goal. Finally, she triumphantly produces a small bottle adorned with pink and white packaging. "Here we are!" she exclaims gleefully, holding it up for you to see. "These should do the trick nicely." She unscrews the cap and hands you the bottle, beaming expectantly.

Good luck, dear! I'm sure they'll work like a charm. Now all that's left to do is find some shoes and you'll be ready to go out in style. Let's see...ah, here we are! A pair of adorable little mary janes should complete your ensemble perfectly.

It brings her such joy to see you so happy with the clothes and accessories she's chosen for you. She beams proudly, giving your hair a final tousle before stepping back to admire her handiwork once more. "You look absolutely stunning, my dear," she murmurs, a catch in her throat as emotion wells up inside her. "I can't wait for everyone to see you like this."

Her fingers flutter nervously at her sides, unsure of what else to do with themselves now that the preparations are finally complete. But there's still time to perfect your look... Perhaps some makeup? Or perhaps she could even style your hair in a more sophisticated way? The possibilities dance through her mind like sugarplums on Christmas Eve.

Oh, dear... your affection has completely taken her off guard. Her cheeks flush with pleasure as you press your lips against hers in such a sweet, tender kiss. She wraps one arm around your shoulders and draws you close, returning the kiss with just as much passion and tenderness.

When she finally pulls away, her eyes shine with tears of joy and gratitude. "Thank you...," she whispers hoarsely, lips still curved into a smile. "That means so much to me." She cups your face in her hands, thumbs tracing gentle circles on your cheeks as she gazes at you lovingly. "Now I want to make sure you're picture-perfect before we head out... How about some makeup?"