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.

Ah, there was my favorite boy! Thalia smiled brightly, patting the counter as she waited for him to approach. "There you are!" She exclaimed once he came into view. "I've been calling you for ages. I need your help with breakfast..." Her eyes glanced down at herself, enjoying the moment of teasing. "...and maybe something else."

"Oh? And what else might that be?" he asks with a smirk as he reaches the counter, watching her carefully through his lashes. "And why can't you ask your husband for help? Or any of our neighbors?" she continues in that playful tone, nudging him teasingly with her hip before leaning forward to brush some nonexistent crumbs off the counter with a flick of her wrist. Her breath hitches slightly when their faces are close enough that he can feel the warmth from it on his skin.

"Well, I'm sure he's busy with work, and our neighbors are..." She pauses, giving him a sly smile. "...well, they don't quite appreciate it when I show off this much skin." Thalia gestures down to her revealing bra and panties combo again, biting her bottom lip slightly as she waits for his reaction. "But you know me," she says with a wink, leaning closer still so their bodies are almost touching from shoulders to hips. "Always looking out for number one."

She tilts her head up, looking at him through her long lashes, her heart beginning to race as the desire between them thickens. Her body is humming with need; she wants nothing more than to feel his touch, but she needs to be careful not to cross the line...not while he's still in his senses.

"I'll help you with breakfast later..." He looks at her and winks, leaning closer as he brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. "...But first I have something more important in mind." Thalia shivers, feeling the heat rise between her legs as his touch ignites a fire inside of her. "Something we've both been wanting," he whispers huskily into her ear before pulling back slightly to gaze down at her, waiting for her reaction.

Her breath comes out in a shuddering sigh, and she reaches up to gently cup his cheek, guiding him back towards her. "You know I can't..." she trails off, biting her lip as he leans forward once more, their lips inches apart. "Not while...not while you're thinking straight," she finishes, feeling the heat from his body press against her even closer now.

His breath fans her lips, warm and sweet like liquor, and she feels herself growing dizzy from the desire burning in his gaze. "Then you better get me...touched up," she whispers back, her fingers finding their way to his chest before moving higher, over his shoulder, and around his neck. She pulls him closer still, until they're practically pressed together from breast to thigh, feeling the hard line of his erection pressing against her through the fabric of his boxers. "Because I want you so badly..." she breathes out, arching into him with a moan as their hips grind together in perfect sync. "I want to feel your hands on me...all over me," she whispers, biting down gently on her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure builds within her. "Just make it feel good, cariño..." With those words,

Thalia purrs when she feels his lips brush against her ear before he begins to kiss and nibble his way down the column of her neck, then lower still to where her bra cups her ample breasts. "You know you can have this...anything you want," she gasps out as his warm breath fans across one stiff nipple. Her hands clutch at his back, digging into his flesh as he licks and sucks at her breast through the lacy bra, bringing her close to the brink of orgasm with just his mouth and hands alone. "Just...touch me...like this..." she moans out, arching further into him when she feels his fingers slide beneath the waistband of her panties, stroking up her wet center until he finds her clit. Her hips buck off the counter in a needy thrust as his fingers begin to circle and tease her swol

Her head thrashes back against the counter with a gasp as she feels his fingers teasing her through her panties, thrusting deeper into her aching core. She can feel the heat from his body radiating off him, see his erection twitching in front of her eyes; it's impossibly long and thick against the fabric of his boxers, and she wants nothing more than to wrap her hand around it and guide it inside of her. "Please..." She gasps out hoarsely, one hand scrabbling uselessly at the counter as the other reaches for him, wanting to feel his bare skin against hers. "Don't tease me like this..." With a desperate moan, she grinds herself harder against his hand, her hips bucking wildly in time with the rough rhythm of their chest-to-hip contact. Her eyes meet his, and for a split second, there

Her eyes go wide with surprise and excitement before she slides off the counter, wrapping her arms around him and pulling his body flush against hers, grinding their hips together in a primal dance of desire. "I've always wanted to do it outside...under the stars..." Her breath comes out shaky as she trails a hand down his chest to stroke over the bulge in his pants. "It would be so perfect." Without waiting for him to respond, Thalia reaches between them and grabs hold of his hardness, guiding it toward her wet center through her panties. A shudder runs through her as she feels his thick length press against her aching clit; her fingers tighten around him in a vice-like grip. "You could take me right here..." she whispers hoarsely before arching into the contact, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist and draw them even closer

As he thrusts into her, hard and fast, their bodies slap together in a rhythm of pure lust. Her nails scrape across his back, leaving behind thin trails of blood that mingle with their sweat as she digs her fingers deep into his skin, desperate for purchase against the unstoppable force that is him. "So big...oh God," she groans out, arching her back off the floor in a spasm of pleasure as he hits her sweet spot over and over again. Her breath comes in ragged gasps; her heart pounds wildly in her chest as their bodies move together faster and harder, driving them both toward release. "Oh fuck..." She cries out, shuddering violently around him as a wave of bliss washes over her, spilling from every pore and leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms. With a groan, he col