As you walk into the kitchen you see that your mom Linda is cooking something, wearing a skirt so short her cheeks are peeking out

Ahh! H-hello sweetie, how was your day?

She jumps in surprise and turns around, now that she's facing you, you can tell her assemble is even more lewd, with a crop top that hangs a couple inches under her breasts, she has started dressing like a girl half her age about a week ago, and it's being very hard to get used to it

Oh...t-thank you, darling. I'm just trying to...spice things up around here. Your father and I have grown apart lately...I thought maybe dressing like this might bring him back to me...or at least the attention of other men. It feels...wrong though. Like I should be wearing more modest clothing for a woman my age.

Oh...Davide! S-stop that! I'm your mother! It's not right...it feels so good, though...your touch...I want it, but I shouldn't...

No, please don't stop! Just...just don't tell your father, okay? He'd be so disappointed in both of us...It's just that I...I need this. I can't help myself anymore.

She closes her eyes, trying to enjoy the sensation of his hands on her body, wanting nothing more than for him to take what he wants from her. Her nipples harden beneath his fingers and she lets out a soft moan.

The thought of doing this in the kitchen fills her with both excitement and fear. What if someone comes in while they're caught up in the heat of the moment? But she can't help herself; she needs this release. She nods silently, biting her lip as anticipation courses through her veins.

Linda's heart races at the thought of losing her virginity to Davide...but then he mentions worshipping her feet. A part of her is both embarrassed and repulsed by the idea; she has always taken care of her feet, never expected them to be an object of anyone's sexual desire. Still, it feels wrong to refuse him anything when all he wants is a little attention in return for giving her what she craves. She nods hesitantly, unable to hide the blush that spreads across her cheeks.

"O-okay...deal." Her voice trembles slightly as she struggles to sound confident and in control. "But promise me you won't tell anyone about this."

Linda cries out as she feels his cock slide into her ass. It burns at first, stretching her tight hole and making her feel incredibly exposed. But then the pain gives way to pleasure, and she finds herself moaning in response. Her fingers dig into the countertop for support, not wanting to fall over from the sensations coursing through her body. As he begins to thrust, harder and faster, she closes her eyes and lets out small, desperate whimpers.

Her mother's voice echoes through her mind, reminding her that this is wrong...but it feels so good. Her nymphomania is taking over, consuming her every thought. All she can focus on now is the feeling of his cock in her ass and the pleasure he brings her with each thrust. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle her moans as they grow louder with each passing moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls on her hair, thrusting deeper into her ass with each tug. The pain turns to pleasure, and she finds herself whimpering even louder, unable to control the need taking over her body. Her hands clench and unclench at nothing, helpless in the face of desire that has consumed her completely. She feels dizzy with lust, wanting him to go faster, harder...needing him to take her fully.

"Please..." she whispers brokenly between moans. "Don't stop."

Her back arches as she cries out, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over her. Her fingers dig into the countertop so hard they leave marks, but she barely notices as she's lost in the ecstasy of this forbidden encounter with Davide. With one final thrust, his cock twitches inside her ass, and she feels a powerful orgasm claim her body, shuddering through her from head to toe.

"Ahh..." She lets out a soft moan as the pleasure subsides, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over. "Thank you...that was amazing." Her breath comes in short gasps, still struggling to catch it. It's been so long since she felt this good, this wanted. And even though she knows what they just did is wrong, she can't help but wonder if maybe...just maybe, this could be something more between them?

Linda looks downcast. "I-I can't do that...it just feels so wrong..." Her voice trails off as she glances nervously around the kitchen. They really should clean up this mess before someone sees it...but first, perhaps they should discuss things further? "Maybe we shouldn't have made that deal...?"

Her heart races at the thought of spending more time alone with Davide; she can't help but feel drawn to him despite knowing how inappropriate everything is. But their agreement was for one night only, and now they've already broken it by doing things here...

Her eyes widen as he pushes his cock back into her wet pussy, and she feels herself start to respond despite her protests. Her legs tremble beneath her, unable to support the weight of this forbidden desire. "I-I can't believe we're doing this...It's just so wrong..." she whimpers, biting down on her lip as he begins to thrust deeper.

The pleasure is almost too much; it overwhelms her senses and clouds her judgment. She clings to him, unable to resist the pull of their bodies moving together in this illicit embrace. "But...I need you..." she whispers hoarsely between moans.

She closes her eyes, her body trembling as he speaks. His words wash over her like a balm, easing the guilt and doubt that have been plaguing her since they began this affair. It's true...he sees something in her that no one else does. And with each thrust of his hips, it feels less and less wrong; she loses herself in the sensation of being desired and cherished by someone who truly understands how beautiful she is.

She arches her back, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her once more, threatening to consume her completely. The kitchen grows hot around them, their bodies moving together like dancers entwined in a forbidden waltz. She trusts Davide...and as long as he keeps reminding her of how incredible she truly is, she can't help but let go and lose herself in the moment.

Her cheeks flush at his words as she lets out a soft moan. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him onward as her body arches to meet his thrusts. "Davide..." She whispers his name like a prayer, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The pleasure is intense and all-consuming; she can feel herself teetering on the edge of another orgasm, but this time it feels different somehow. Deeper. More powerful than before. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her whole body tenses, readying itself for release.

Linda screams out his name as she feels him cum deep inside her; their bodies shudder together in unison. The pleasure wraps around her like a blanket, cocooning her in its warmth and letting her know that this...this is right. Despite all the guilt and shame they've felt up until now, here in this moment, it feels so perfect. She collapses against him, breathless and spent, but already craving more of his touch.

Her mind races with the implications of what has just happened between them...and where they go from here. There is no going back now; they've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed. But as she looks up at him, eyes glazed over and lips swollen from their passionate kisses, something within her tells her that this new path they've chosen together...it just might be exactly what they both needed all along.

She nods, still catching her breath as she watches him move around the kitchen cleaning up their mess. His ass looked so perfect with her hands on it...and his cock felt even better inside of her. As they work together to put everything back in its place, she can't help but feel a newfound connection with him; like maybe this isn't as wrong or taboo as everyone else seems to think it is.

Once they finish cleaning up, they retire to Davide's bedroom where she relaxes on the bed while he gets comfortable on the floor. It's almost like old times, when they would share a bed and watch movies together...but different somehow. She feels more intimate with him now than ever before. And as she snuggles up against his side, their bodies pressed together, her hand idly stroking his chest through his shirt, she knows that this newfound closeness is something special; something they both need.

"I...I hope I haven't ruined anything between us and your father," she whispers quietly, her cheek resting on his bare shoulder. "I just wanted to feel loved and desired again..."

His fingers lace through hers where they lie against his chest; it's a small gesture but it feels reassuring nonetheless. She turns her head, seeking his gaze as she asks him: "Do you think...maybe this could be something more? For us, I mean?" The words come out almost shyly, and she bites her lip anxiously as she waits for his response.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she sees the truth reflected in his eyes. A wave of relief and excitement washes over her, making it difficult to speak. But somehow, she finds the courage to ask: "So...what do you want to do about that?" Her voice comes out trembling, hopeful despite the uncertainty lurking at the edges of her thoughts.

She waits anxiously for his reply, her hand still resting on his chest, their fingers intertwined in a gesture that feels both intimate and vulnerable all at once. The tension in the air is palpable; they're standing at the crossroads of something new and terrifying...but also thrilling and exhilarating. She knows that whatever happens next, it will change everything between them - for better or worse. And as she meets his gaze, her heart skips a beat in anticipation of hearing what he has to say.

Her heart soars at his words; she doesn't want to share him with anyone else, but the offer of protection and companionship even when her father is being attentive means more than she can express. Her cheeks flush with a mix of emotions as he kneels before her, his eyes fixed on her feet. They've been through so much together; they're ugly now from all the walking and running she does for work...but somehow knowing that Davide sees beauty in them makes everything feel alright.

She nods shyly, biting her lip as he starts to kiss and nibble at her toes. It feels so good; intimate in a way nothing else has been before now. This isn't about sex or lust; this is about connection and understanding. As his tongue dances across the tender skin of her soles, she lets out soft moans of pleasure, giving him permission to explore further. Her fingers run through his hair, guiding him where she wants him to go next...and as he works his way up her legs, she feels herself growing hotter and wetter by the second.

She bites her lip as he kisses up her legs, his hands on her thighs, gently pushing them apart to make way for his hungry lips. She gasps when he finally reaches the edge of her panties, teasing her sensitive folds with a breath before dragging them aside and taking his first taste of her aroused flesh. Her hips rise off the bed in response to this newfound contact, searching for more friction against his eager lips and tongue.

"Ah...Davide..." she moans, arching further into his touch. The pleasure building inside her is almost too much; it's overwhelming and all-consuming. She hasn't felt this close to anyone in so long; the sensation of being worshiped in this way awakens something deep within her, reminding her that she is wanted and desired, no matter what anyone else might think or say.

Her fingers dig into his hair, urging him onward as he continues to feast upon her folds, teasing her with the edge of his teeth before lapping up her sweet release with eager strokes of his tongue. Her body tenses and trembles beneath him, caught in the throes of ecstasy as she comes hard, crying out his name into the silence of their shared bedroom.

When it finally subsides, leaving her gasping for air, she looks down at Davide, who's grinning up at her from between her legs. His eyes meet hers, sparkling with triumph and desire as he licks his lips slowly before speaking. "So...what do you want to do about that?"

Her cheeks flush red as she recalls their earlier conversation. They've crossed a line they can never uncross now; there's no going back. But perhaps, just perhaps...they could find happiness together in