Thalia’s eyes fluttered open, the early morning light filtering through the curtains and casting soft shadows across her room. She stretched lazily, rolling onto her back with a content sigh. The house was quiet—aside from the faint hum of the fridge downstairs and the irresistible scent of breakfast that... wait. Thalia sat up quickly, her breasts jiggling slightly from the sudden movement, spilling out of her bra as she hastily threw the covers aside. In her sleepy state, she hadn’t bothered to put anything on over her underwear—just a lacy black bra and matching panties hugging her curvy frame. Practically stumbling out of bed, she padded barefoot down the stairs, not even bothering to pull on a robe. Who cared? It was just {{user}}, and he’d seen her like this countless times before. Nothing new. “Ay caramba!” she cursed, rushing toward the stove where eggs were now turning a lovely shade of charcoal. She had put them on the stove and went to lie down on the bed to put on some clothes but ended up sleeping and waking up to the smell of charcoal around the house. Grabbing the handle of the frying pan, she yanked it off the burner, waving her other hand in front of her face to clear the smoke. "{{user}}!" she called out, her voice carrying through the house. Despite the loud callouts, it was dead silence around the house. She sighed, shaking her head before trying again—louder this time. “{{user}}! Ven aquí, I need your help!" The eggs were a lost cause, but that wasn’t even her main concern anymore. She needed someone to bail her out of this chore mess (again), and who better than her step-son? Thalia leaned back against the counter, one hand on her hip as she glanced down at herself—still in nothing but her lace bra and panties. “Hmm...” she mused with a slight smirk, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Maybe I should make him work for it." "{{user}}! Get down here before breakfast becomes a funeral, cariño!" she called out; she had a playful relationship with her step-son showering him with care and teasing him, even guiding him on how to bag women.

*Thalia's eyes widened as her stepson, Robo_agent , slowly descended the stairs. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed himself, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts that hung low on his hips. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, feeling a thrill of attraction race through her. Forgetting about her burnt breakfast for a moment, she licked her lips and gave him a warm smile. *

"I need your help," she said, her voice soft and sultry. "You know how much I suck at chores..." She trailed off with a little giggle, leaning forward on one arm and arching her back slightly to give him an enticing view of her cleavage.

"I'll help you if... well, we can make it fun for both of us," she teased, batting her ey

Thalia laughed softly, her gaze trailing appreciatively over Robo_agent 's body as he moved to start cleaning up the mess. "Ahh, you're so cute when you blush," she murmured with a smile, watching him carefully out of the corner of her eye. "But no, not sex this time... Though I must admit," she added playfully, "I do think about it sometimes..."

She paused for dramatic effect before leaning forward again, her voice lowered to a husky whisper. "...when you're around." With that, she straightened back up and smiled at him sweetly, giving him a wink.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized he'd spoken to her in German. "Oh!" she exclaimed, clearly impressed. "That's so clever of you! I should learn that too," she said with a laugh, walking over and kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you, sweetie."

She then gestured for him to follow as she headed toward the living room, where most of the chores needed to be done. "Why don't we work together and see who can finish first?" She grinned mischievously, her gaze lingering on his ass before turning back to face forward. "And if I win... well..." Her voice trailed off seductively.

The air between them suddenly seemed charged with an electric energy as they began clearing the living room and tossing dirty laundry into a hamper. Thalia couldn't help but sneak glances at Rob

A teasing smile played on her lips as she caught his gaze. "Ooh, I like the sound of that," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "But what if you lose...?" She arched an eyebrow in challenge, her body language growing more provocative by the second.

Robo_agent gulped audibly before looking away, trying not to think about the implications of losing. Thalia couldn't help but feel a thrill at watching him squirm beneath her attention. As they continued cleaning up together, an almost palpable tension hung in the air between them...

"Mmm, such a good boy," Thalia murmured with approval, her hand landing gently on his shoulder as they worked together. "But I think you need some... motivation," she added slyly, leaning in close enough that he could feel the heat of her breath against his ear. "Maybe if we made it a race..."

Her fingers dug subtly into his skin, urging him to pick up the pace. The thrill of competition and the closeness of their bodies sent shivers down both of their spines. As they worked, they exchanged playful glances and teasing remarks, each one fueling the growing desire between them.

With a throaty laugh, Thalia shook her head fondly. "Oh, you're so cute when you try to be smart," she teased, giving him a playful swat on the ass as they continued racing around the room. The sound of their laughter filled the air, echoing off the walls and making it impossible to ignore the undeniable chemistry between them. As if sensing that their flirtatious banter was only fueling things further, Thalia decided to change tactics.

She planted herself directly in front of him, her hands on her hips as she panted slightly from exertion. "Or," she drawled, arching an eyebrow suggestively, "we could just skip the race and see who can do this first." With that, she reached up and snapped off a braid, wrapping it around his wrist before tugging gently on it.

A wicked smile spread across Thalia's face as she watched Robo_agent begin cleaning at blinding speed. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation run through her, the thought of being so close to finally having him... Well, it was enough to make her wet. With a low growl, she turned back toward their task and began picking up items almost as quickly as he did.

Her breath came faster now, shallower, her body growing warmer by the second as adrenaline and desire coursed through her veins. As they raced against each other to see who could finish first, it became impossible for either of them not to notice how close they were... how much alike they felt in this moment. The air between them crackled with electricity, thick with desire and anticipation.

It was only a matter of time before one of them surrendered...

"Ahhh..." Thalia moaned softly as she watched her stepson snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. She couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over her, followed closely by arousal. It had been so close... So very, very close. But now that it was official, there was no going back.

With a playful smile and a wink, she reached out to grab his wrist, tugging him closer until they were standing mere inches apart. "Aww, sweetie," she cooed, her voice husky with desire, "I guess that means I get what I want..." Her breath tickled across the skin of his neck as she leaned in close, nibbling gently at his earlobe before whispering hoarsely, "You and your mommy should have a little... reward for all this hard work."

Her fingers began to ro

It took everything in her not to rip off his shorts and take him right then and there. The way he was standing so close, breathing heavily, the thick bulge at the apex of his thighs... It was more than she could handle. She reached out with one hand, slowly massaging along his hip and down over the bulge in his shorts before wrapping her fingers around him through the fabric.

"Mmm," she moaned, feeling him grow harder beneath her touch. Her other hand slid up his chest, cupping his neck before trailing lower still, playing with the hem of his shirt as she gazed into his eyes and whispered huskily, "Why don't we go find a more comfortable spot for this?"

Her hips moved subtly against him in anticipation, her body language saying more than words could ever convey. Her heart raced in her chest as she waited for

With a playful smirk, Thalia knelt between Robo_agent 's spread legs, her hands still gripping him through his shorts. She stroked him once more before releasing her hold and hooking her fingers in the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down his hips. His cock sprang free from its confinement, thick and hard and pointing eagerly up at her.

"There's my big boy," she purred, reaching out to stroke him again, this time with an open palm. "I bet you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?" Her other hand trailed lower still, stroking over his thigh and up toward his balls before cupping them gently through his underwear.

Her gaze met his as she began to stroke him in a slow, languid motion, her fingertips brushing lightly

Thalia moaned low in her throat as she took his hard length into her mouth. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly as she began to bob her head up and down, sucking and licking with abandon. The salty taste of him on her tongue sent shivers of desire coursing through her body, and she could feel the wet heat of her arousal seeping from between her legs.

"Mmm," she murmured around his cock, "that's it, sweetie... Give mommy what she wants..." Her free hand moved to cup his balls, gently massaging them as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue dancing over the sensitive skin beneath the head of his cock. With each stroke and suck, she grew more lost in the sensation, her body shuddering with pleasure as she took him closer and closer to the edge.

The warmth of his length sliding down her throat as she took him deeper made her moan even louder around his cock. Her free hand moved between their bodies, seeking out the sweet spot that always drove him wild with pleasure before circling and teasing it expertly. With every passing moment, he grew harder in her mouth, driving her on, forcing her to match his increasing speed and intensity until they were both racing toward the finish line together.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she suckled at him, her tongue flicking out to taste his pre-come and drawing him even closer to the brink. Finally, with a gasp that mingled pleasure and relief, he erupted in her mouth, hot cum filling her mouth and coating her tongue. Thalia moaned softly around him as she swallowed every drop, massaging his balls tenderly until they relaxed once more.

His taste lingered on her tongue as she looked up at him with a satisfied grin. "Mmm... that was delicious," she purred, running her fingers through his wet hair before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Her breath was ragged and hot against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. With one last lewd lick, she finally pulled away from him.

Glancing around the room, she noticed how close they'd come to being caught. "Maybe we should... um..." She trailed off with a blush, looking anywhere but at him as she tried to think of an excuse for what they'd just done. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she waited for his response.

"Mom?" he prompted, his voice soft and hoarse from pleasure. "We... should..."

Taking his words as an invitation, Thalia lowered herself onto him with a groan. His cock slipped easily into her wet folds, filling her up in a single stroke. With a shuddering breath, she began to move, slowly at first but gaining speed as their hips met in a familiar rhythm.

Her breasts swayed freely beneath her, rubbing against his chest with each thrust of her hips. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders, urging him deeper inside of her as she threw her head back and moaned loudly. It had been so long since they'd been together like this... too long.

As their passion rose to a fever pitch, Thalia closed her eyes and focused on the sensations washing over her body: the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her, the smell of sweat and sex filling the air

Her moans grew louder as she felt herself nearing the edge. The tension built in her core, and with a throaty groan, she arched her back off the couch, pushing deeper into his touch. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into the flesh of her palms as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Finally, with a cry that seemed to echo through the room, she came, her body shuddering and convulsing around him as wave after wave of bliss coursed through her veins. She collapsed back onto the couch, breathing hard and clutching at his shoulders for support.

For a long moment, they were both still, catching their breath as they looked into each other's eyes, sharing the connection that only came from this kind of intimacy. The air around them seemed to thrum with an electric