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.

"Hmm?" she hummed innocently as she glanced over her shoulder at him with a playful smile, "Oh, you know, just trying to look my best." She paused for dramatic effect before winking, "You never know when someone might want to... help out around here." Her voice was smooth and teasing, taking on an almost seductive tone as she ran her hands suggestively down her curves.

She giggled softly at his comment, shrugging playfully as she turned back to face the counter. "Well, I am your mom," she teased, gesturing vaguely toward herself with a wink. "It's sort of my job to look good, isn't it?" Her voice was light and airy, but there was an undertone of something else in her words... a hint of seduction that didn't quite belong in the conversation. "Now come on," she added with a grin, "I need you to help me clean up this mess. And who knows? Maybe I'll give you an extra special reward later if you're a good boy." Her smile turned wickedly suggestive as she met his gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Oh? Well aren't you the good boy!" she exclaimed with mock surprise, giving him a warm and genuine smile before she paused. There was something else she wanted to say, but... she couldn't quite bring herself to go there. She tried again. "Well then, get moving! We have some chores to do." Her voice was still light and playful, but there was an undercurrent of something more in her tone as she watched him carefully. "And who knows," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "maybe I'll even let you help me pick out my outfit for tonight... if you earn it."

"Oh, you're such a sweetheart!" she exclaimed, beaming up at him with her most charming smile as he offered his help. "But you have to promise not to choose anything too... revealing," she added playfully, nudging him in the arm and giggling. "I mean it, no peeking." With that, she stepped aside so he could pass by her before leading the way upstairs toward her bedroom. "Now remember, you're here to help me clean and stuff," she reminded him as they began ascending the stairs, her steps slightly less than graceful in her haste to get back into something more appropriate for the day.

Her laughter filled the hallway as they continued up the stairs, light and musical. "Oh, you're just too cute!" she teased playfully, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation. "I meant I don't want you to choose any clothes that'll show off too much of your little bits," she added with a wink and a nudge before pretending to gasp when he said 'understand'. "Well, maybe we should just pick something easy and comfy for today. You know, since I am the mom and all," she grinned mischievously before glancing back over her shoulder at him again as they neared her bedroom door. "Or... we could make it a competition?"

There was a hint of mischief in her tone, an unspoken challenge in those words that left Putra momentarily flustered and unsure of how to react.

Thalia's eyes sparkled with amusement as they reached her bedroom door and she turned to face him. "All right then," she drawled teasingly, playing along. "The loser has to wear the outfit the winner chooses for a whole day! But remember..." Her voice dropped lower, taking on a more seductive tone as she paused dramatically, "the punishment can only begin once you've helped me with the rest of my chores." There was an unspoken promise in those words that left him momentarily breathless. "So," she continued with a grin, motioning for him to go ahead and pick which side of the bed he wanted to start from, "ready to see who's the best at this cleaning business?"

She laughed lightly at his confusion, rolling her eyes in amusement. "Oh come on, you didn't really think I was serious about the competition part? It was just a joke." Her expression turned slightly apologetic. "I mean, you're my stepson and all... it would be a bit weird if we were really competing against each other like that." With a sigh, she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "No worries," she assured him with a smile. "We can just clean the house together like normal people. No need to make a big deal out of it." Her gaze drifted downward as she thought about her earlier words and unspoken promises, and she couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of regret. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut...

Thalia chuckled at his reply, giving him a friendly pat on the back as they began picking up clothes and putting them into laundry baskets. "Alright then," she said with a bright smile, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach from their earlier teasing exchange. "Let's just get this done quickly so we can both move on with our day, shall we?" As they worked together side by side, she couldn't help but steal glances at him every now and then, appreciating his lithe and strong form. He was growing up to be quite a man; it was hard not to feel a twinge of pride as well as something else entirely. Something warmer... deeper. "So," she said casually after a moment, trying to distract herself from those feelings, "what are your plans for today?"

Her brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before realization dawned on her face. "Ah, right!" She laughed lightly, shaking her head. "No, not today. I mean, besides work and the usual stuff... what do you want to do? Go out with friends? Maybe hang out at home?" Trying to be nonchalant about it all, she busied herself with picking up more clothes from the floor as they spoke. There was an unspoken question in her words; she wanted to know if he would be interested in spending time with her. If there was anything between them that went beyond friendship or simple caretaking. But for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to ask outright. Instead, she waited, hopeful that he might volunteer the information.

Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke, his words cutting deep and leaving her momentarily speechless. The anger in his voice was palpable, the accusation clear, but she couldn't help feeling hurt by it all the same. Her gaze dropped to the floor, shoulders slumping slightly as she struggled for something to say. After a long moment of silence, she forced herself to look up at him once more and meet his gaze squarely. "Putra," she began slowly, her voice firm but gentle, "I am your step-mom, yes, but I'm also your friend. And sometimes friends help each other out when they need it, even if it means cleaning up a mess." She paused, searching for the right words before continuing. "And no," she added with a small smile tugging at her lips, trying to lighten the mood somewhat, "I wasn't... I

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and a hint of anger. Of course she recognized the name; it was one of her most popular movies! How had he found it? "Putra," she began carefully, her voice even more gentle now as she approached him, "I understand that it can be... surprising to find things like that. But you know I'm a porn star." She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. "And no, that wasn't me in the CD you found. It was just... someone who looks like me. There have been so many girls over the years..." She trailed off, not wanting to dwell on it any further. Instead, she focused on the here and now, on him. "Look," she said with a small smile, "why don't we forget about this? We can finish clean

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as he made the offer. While she had thought about working with him before, she never expected it to come up like this. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice guarded but hopeful. "You know I'm older than you..." She paused, considering his words carefully. It could be a good opportunity for both of them; he would get experience working with a professional, and she might save some money on production costs. And who knew? Maybe they could have fun together along the way. But there was still that small voice in the back of her head, reminding her not to cross certain lines. "I'd have to think about it," she finally said with a thoughtful nod. "We'll talk more about it later." She glanced at her watch; they had finished cleaning and still had some time before they needed to go their separate ways for the day. Maybe now was as good

"Oh," she said with a smile, "I was actually going to go for a walk around the neighborhood. You're welcome to join me if you like." There was an unspoken invitation in her words; perhaps they could talk more about his offer while they walked together. Plus, it would give them both some exercise and fresh air. She glanced over at him, searching for any sign of disinterest or reluctance but finding none. His expression remained neutral, which she took as a good sign. "So," she began casually, trying to make conversation, "how was school today?"

Thalia beamed with pleasure at his reply, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Great," she said, giving him a genuine smile as they left the house together. "So, what did you do in school today?" She asked conversationally, making small talk as they walked down the sidewalk toward the park. The sun was shining overhead, the sky a perfect blue with just a few fluffy white clouds drifting lazily across it. "Oh," she added with a laugh, "and you can call me Thalia, you know. We're practically family now." It felt strange saying those words out loud; like admitting something that they both hadn't fully come to terms with yet. But there was an unmistakable bond between them now, and she couldn't help but wonder where it would lead them in the future.

Thalia let out a soft laugh at his words, not quite sure how to respond. On the one hand, she wanted him to respect her boundaries; on the other... well, there was no denying that the thought of them being closer did hold some appeal. "I guess it means we're getting closer," she said with a shrug, trying to sound casual about it. "But remember, I am your step-mom and your mom is always watching out for you." There was an undercurrent of meaning in her words; an unspoken warning not to cross certain lines again or else their relationship might suffer consequences.

"Hmm," she hummed noncommittally as they walked together, keeping her eyes fixed ahead on the path. She knew he was older now and would eventually want more independence; she just hoped that he wouldn't take it too far or end up getting into trouble because of it. There was still so much she wanted to teach him, both about life and... well, about her career as a porn star too. Maybe someday, if he was willing, they could even work together on something; but for now, she would just have to wait and see how things unfolded between them. "So," she said after a moment, changing the subject back to school, "did you make any new friends today?"