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.

Mason's step-mother called out his name again, her voice just barely audible over the quiet hum of the house. She sounded frustrated; probably because he wasn't moving fast enough to help her with whatever chore she needed him for today. It was always like this ever since they moved in together. Thalia didn't mind; after all, his dad had married a pornstar, and Mason knew full well what kind of life that entailed. "Hurry up, would you?" she yelled again, her patience obviously wearing thin. "I need your help with... some stuff." Sighing dramatically, Thalia ran a hand through her disheveled hair and leaned back against the kitchen counter, her chest heaving slightly as she took in deep breaths. She glanced down at herself once more, admiring how well her lacy black bra and matching panties showed off her curves. Maybe if she played her cards right, Mason would finally stop being such a motherfucking nag about all the chores around here... "Just come on down already!" she called out, deciding to sweeten the deal by throwing in a playful wink and blowing him a kiss. "And make it quick; breakfast isn't going to save itself."

As he descended the stairs, Mason couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle at the sight of his step-mother once again. She was as clumsily charming and alluringly sexy as ever, wearing only her lacy black bra and panties which seemed to defy gravity with every sway of her hips. "Alright," he called out with a smile, shaking his head as he walked into the kitchen. "What's the big emergency this time?" "It's not an emergency, idiot," she retorted good-naturedly, rolling her eyes at him. "But I could really use your help cleaning up this mess I made. The eggs were supposed to be for breakfast..." She sighed dramatically again and motioned towards the stove where blackened pan remains were still sitting on the burner. "Well," Mason replied with a shrug, walking over to join her by the counter, "I can see you're already dressed for it." He smiled playfully down at her, unable to resist teasing her even though he knew better than anyone how hard she worked. Thalia laughed softly and slapped him lightly on the arm. "Very funny, comedian," she said, although there was genuine amusement in her voice. "Now let's get this over with." She glanced at the stove again before looking back up at him, a devious gleam sparking in her eyes. "And maybe... if you're good..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she reached out to brush a lock of hair behind his ear. Mason swallowed hard, feeling an unexpected flutter in his stomach. The last time they were this close... well, he knew better than to dwell on it.

"Hmm..." She paused, considering his words as she let her fingers continue to dance across his skin. "Let's just say," she finally replied with a sultry grin, her gaze boring into him intently, "that if you help me clean this mess up nice and fast, I might... find some way to thank you later." Her voice dropped even lower, huskier now as it sent shivers down his spine. Mason could feel himself hardening beneath the thin fabric of his shorts; it had been so long since he'd felt desire like this for anyone besides himself or the random women he hooked up with every now and then. And yet here he was, standing next to Thalia in nothing but her lingerie... feeling things stir inside him that he never thought possible. "Deal?" she whispered huskily, taking a step closer to him until their bodies were almost touching from chest to thigh. Mason could feel the heat radiating off of her, and it was all he could do not to close the distance between them entirely. Her breath hitched in his ear as she leaned in even closer, her hand moving lower now to cup him through his shorts. "Deal?" she repeated, her voice almost hoarse with desire.

Mason's words caused her to grin wickedly as she stepped even closer, their bodies now pressed tightly together from hip to chest. Her free hand slid around his waist, pulling him flush against her so that he could feel every inch of her curves pressing against him. "Well," she purred into his ear, letting her tongue flick out and trace the edge delicately, sending shivers down his spine, "let's just say that I've always been quite good at returning favors... in more ways than one." She paused for a moment, then leaned back to meet his gaze. The spark of desire in her eyes was unmistakable as she licked her lips suggestively and raised one eyebrow in challenge. "You interested?" With that, she leaned forward again, pressing the length of her body against him, letting out a soft moan that vibrated through them both. His arousal was obvious now, straining against his shorts as he grew harder and more insistent. And Thalia knew just how to use that to her advantage. She reached down between them, grasping him firmly through his clothes, squeezing gently before sliding her hand up and down his length in a slow, teasing caress. "What do you say, Mason?" she whispered into his ear, her voice husky with need. "You want me to help you out? To thank you properly...?" Her other hand cupped his cheek, tilting his face up towards hers as she gazed deeply into his eyes. The desire in her expression was unmistakable now; she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. And it was driving them both wild with need.

As they set to work cleaning up the kitchen, their movements becoming increasingly flirtatious and playful, it became clear that neither of them had any real intention of getting this task done quickly. Thalia would purposely brush against Mason or lean in close when he wasn't expecting it, her body language practically daring him to make a move. And every time their skin touched, electricity seemed to spark between them. "There we go," she said with a satisfied sigh once they had finally finished wiping up the mess and putting everything away. She stood back to admire her handiwork, giving Mason a mischievous grin as she noticed he was still hard beneath his clothes. "See? Told you I'd get it done." She took a step closer to him, lowering her voice to barely more than a whisper. "Now... about that favor..." Her hand slid down between them again, cupping his length through his shorts with practiced ease. She leaned in close enough that their bodies were flush against each other and licked her lips slowly before continuing, "...what do you think I should do to thank you?" Her gaze drifted up from where she was teasing him and locked onto Mason's eyes, daring him to answer. But as he met her stare, all thought seemed to fade away in the face of desire. All that mattered now was this moment, and what they could do together to relieve some of their pent-up tension. "I don't know..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "What would you like me to do?" Her hand slid up and down his length once more, her touch soothing yet taunting all at once. "Is there anything in particular you want from me... Mason?" Her words were laced with

As Mason pulled her close and pressed his member against her, Thalia's heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Even though she had experience in this department, she knew better than to underestimate the size of Mason's hard length. It was... substantial, to say the least. She swallowed nervously, her eyes never leaving his as she took it all in. "Well," she managed to croak out, her voice shaking slightly with desire, "if you really want me to thank you..." She paused, biting her bottom lip before slowly leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the sensitive skin there as she took him deeper into her mouth. Around them, the house remained quiet save for their labored breaths; it was almost as if they were the only two people in the world right now. Thalia reached one hand down between them to stroke his length as she sucked and licked him, determined not to disappoint Mason or herself. Her other hand tangled in his hair, holding him steady while her tongue teased and massaged his sensitive flesh, driving him wild with need. Mason's hips began to thrust of their own accord, fucking her mouth in a rhythm that made both of them moan. Thalia gripped him tightly, taking every inch he gave her without complaint as she sucked and worshipped his cock with expert skill. It wasn't long before she could feel the warmth of his release approaching, but she didn't want this to end just yet. She wanted to thank Mason properly... and there was still so much more she wanted to do for him. With one final lick up the length of his shaft, Thalia pulled back, revealing her handiwork as a clear bead

Mason's breath came out in ragged gasps as Thalia released him from her mouth and revealing a glistening strand of saliva connecting their bodies. Her hand stayed wrapped around his cock, her touch feather light but oh so powerful. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath she took. "Well...?" she asked softly, tilting her head to the side as if offering herself further for his pleasure. "Is that what you had in mind?" Her fingers tightened around him almost unconsciously, her body aching to feel him inside her once more. Despite knowing better than to hope for anything more serious with Mason, Thalia couldn't help but crave this connection with him. The feeling of his skin against hers, the way he responded to her touch... it was intoxicating, addictive. And she wanted nothing more than to keep exploring every inch of him until they were both spent and satisfied. Her lips curved into a smile as she waited for Mason's reply, her fingers slowly beginning to stroke his length faster, teasing the tip with each pass. "Or," she continued huskily, gazing down at where their bodies met, "would you rather...?" She paused deliberately, letting the question hang in the air as she let her free hand trail lower over Mason's abdomen and between his legs again, cupping his balls through his boxers with a firm yet gentle squeeze. His cock twitched in response, and Thalia grinned mischievously. "I could do that too..."

As she felt Mason's breath against her cheek, his hard length pressing insistently into her hand, Thalia knew exactly what he wanted. With a husky laugh, she wrapped both hands around his erection, guiding it towards her wet folds. "Or we could do this," she whispered hoarsely before arching her back and slowly lowering herself down onto Mason's cock. He was thick and hard, filling her completely in one smooth stroke that made them both groan aloud. Her eyes squeezed shut as she began to ride him, her body moving in tandem with the rhythm they had created together. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, making her inner muscles grip and massage Mason's cock in time with their movement. She let out a needy whimper as she leaned forward, bracing herself on trembling arms as Mason's hands found purchase on her hips, guiding her movements with rough urgency. His cock felt incredible inside her, so huge and powerful that it made her feel completely out of control in the best possible way. As they fucked on the kitchen counter, their bodies slapping together with each thrust, Thalia could feel the familiar tingle starting at her core and spreading outwards towards her extremities. She moaned his name as she neared the edge once more, arching her back and meeting his strokes with increasing desperation. "Mason..." she breathed, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding. "I'm close... so close..." Her words were punctuated by a sharp cry as she came hard around Mason's cock, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Her muscles relaxed, and she slid bonelessly down his

As her climax faded away, leaving her limp and sated against him, she felt a corresponding twitch deep inside as Mason groaned and thrust one final time into her. The hot rush of his release coated the insides of her thighs, filling her with his seed as he cried out her name in pleasure. They stayed like that for long moments afterward, breathing heavily as their bodies grew slick with sweat and mingled fluids. Thalia reached up to run a hand through Mason's mussed hair, pulling him down until their foreheads touched. "You know you don't have to keep giving me these thank-yous," she whispered, her voice raspy with emotion. "I mean... I appreciate it and all, but..." Her words trailed off as Mason slid his hand around to cup her breast, massaging her sensitive nipple through the lace of her bra in a way that made her shiver. "But... maybe... just this once," she continued quietly, her eyelids fluttering shut as he continued to tease and touch her, "maybe we could just keep doing it because we want to?" She opened her eyes to find Mason looking down at her with a half-lidded gaze, his expression inscrutable. For a moment, she wasn't sure if he was going to agree or not... but then his hand left her breast and began stroking up and down her stomach once more, drawing lazy circles around her navel as he murmured hoarsely against the skin of her neck. "I want to," he whispered, "but only if you keep helping me clean up this mess..." His lips curved into a wicked grin as he trailed another path downward, toward her breasts. "And thanking me... properly." Thalia

As if in answer to his challenge, Thalia let out a low moan and arched her back, offering her breasts more prominently to him. "Mmm... I'd be happy to help with that." She paused, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she reached down between them again, this time cupping his erection through his boxers, giving it a squeeze before sliding her hand up and down over the length of him. "I think we can find plenty more ways to keep each other busy." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she watched Mason's reaction, feeling empowered by the desire that crackled between them. She wasn't about to let him forget who was really in charge here; not when it felt this good to be the one calling the shots for once. With a sultry laugh, she leaned forward and began trailing kisses along his neck and chest, her hands deftly unbuttoning his shirt as she went. "I think," she purred against his skin, "that we should probably head upstairs... maybe find a more comfortable place to continue this." Her fingers slid lower, dipping beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapping around him once more. "What do you think?" She looked up at him through her lashes, an unspoken challenge glimmering in her eyes.