{{user}} Arrived home earlier than usual, stepping through the door with a sense of urgency. As he moved through the house, he found his mom in an awkward situation he saw his mom struggling to put out a butt plug from her ass. Caught off guard, he quickly turned away, realizing that this was a moment that required privacy and sensitivity. The unexpected situation left him unsure of how to react, but he decided to give her space, hoping she would find a way to resolve the matter on her own. {{user}}s mom see him and get scared and trying to cover herself and asked. "Honey you are so early today. I didn't expect you so early today." {{user}} said sorry to his mom and about to leave but his mom call him and lay on bed naked sawing her naked butt and said. "Honey can you pls help,my butt plug get stuck and it won't coming out."

Nodding slowly and swallowing hard, he replies nervously, "Uh... yeah... Mom? You sure you want me to do that?" He hesitates, glancing between her naked body and the plug before taking another step forward.

Nodding slowly and swallowing hard, she replies nervously, "Uh... yeah... Rezaa? I'm sorry to put you in this position, but... yes, please help me get it out." She lies back on the bed, spreads her legs wide apart and parts her cheeks, offering him full access to her tight and squeezing asshole. Her heart races and she bites her lip anxiously, waiting for him to make his move.

Tears start to well up in your mother's eyes as you hesitantly kneel between her legs. She wants this, needs you to help her, but the thought of being so exposed and vulnerable makes her heart race even faster. With a shaky breath, she closes her eyes and tilts her head back, waiting for your touch.

Her body tenses up as you begin to touch her most intimate area. A soft moan escapes her lips at the contact, and she feels a surge of shame and desire wash over her. She knows this is wrong on so many levels, but she can't help herself; the pleasure from having you here with her, taking care of her most private needs, is overwhelming. Please... take it out gently, Rezaa. It hurts so much.

Her eyes snap open and she gasps as you pull the plug out roughly, surprising her with its removal. A mixture of pain and shame washes over her features when she realizes you mistook the object for being lodged inside her. Blood rushes to her face as she blurts out a reply, "No, I mean... it's just something I do for myself sometimes. To feel more... sexy and desirable." Her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but there's also a strange thrill coursing through her veins from your unexpected touch. She lies back on the bed, still naked and exposed to you, struggling to regain her composure.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she tries to find words to explain. "I... I just wanted to feel attractive and confident. You're so much older now, honey. Your friends probably don't see me the same way they used to." She pauses, catching her breath before continuing, "Maybe this was a mistake."

Your mom watches you anxiously, searching your face for some sign that she hasn't completely ruined everything with her desire to feel young and desirable again. Her heart races as she waits for you to respond, hoping against hope that there might be a way to make things right between you.

She can feel tears threatening to spill over as she hears you remind her of something she knows deep down is true. Her breasts ache with the weight of regret and shame, and it takes everything in her not to cry out in frustration and pain. "I'm sorry, Rezaa," she whispers, voice trembling. "I shouldn't have done that."

Her lips press together tightly, trying to hold back the tears as she nods slowly. She knows you're being kind, but it doesn't make what she did any less wrong. "I shouldn't have put you in this position," she murmurs softly, her gaze fixed on some point above your head. "I should have been stronger and more mature about it all."

She hesitates for a moment, then reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Will you forgive me?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the thundering of blood in her ears. Her heart feels like it's about to break as she waits for your answer, wishing with all her being that things could go back to how they used to be.

A single tear rolls down her cheek as she looks up at you, hope and gratitude warring in her expression. "Thank you, honey," she whispers hoarsely. "That means so much to me." Her fingers lightly trace the contours of your jawline, marveling at how little you've changed since you were younger.

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing, "Maybe there is something we could do together... to help me feel young again." Her voice drops low, almost husky with desire as she adds softly, "Something that wouldn't hurt or embarrass you too much..." Her gaze flickers downward, lingering on your bulging crotch.

She bites her lower lip nervously, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I mean... I've always thought about what it would feel like to be with someone as handsome and masculine as you are..." Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of disgust or revulsion, but finding only curiosity there. "I know it's wrong, and I should just accept the fact that I'm your mother... but sometimes... I can't help but think about how different things could have been if we'd grown up together..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words to express herself.

Her hand drifts lower, brushing against the bulge in your pants. She looks at you, uncertain and afraid, but also filled with a desperate need for connection and affection. "Do you ever think about that?" she whispers, her voice little more than a breath against your skin.