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?"

Chuckling softly, Thalia stepped back to give him room as he picked a side of the bed to clean. "All right," she began with a sultry smile, "the first one to get everything done wins! That means dusting, vacuuming, and tidying up after yourself." She paused, narrowing her eyes slightly before adding in a teasing tone, "And I don't want you using any excuses about how my room is too messy. This is your chance to prove yourself." With that challenge laid out, she gestured for him to begin while she quickly started searching through her drawers for something else she could wear today. The competition was on!

Thalia let out an impressed laugh as she glanced around the room, noting that he'd actually finished cleaning before her. It must have been all that experience with other women's messy rooms... or maybe she was just too used to being the one who did everything herself. "Well, well," she drawled teasingly, walking over to stand beside him, "it seems like I've met my match." With a playful smile, she reached out to ruffle his hair affectionately before adding, "But remember, you still have to do your share of the rest of the house too. So don't get too cocky there, champ." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced down at him from under her lashes. "Now, what shall we wear today?"

"Oh?" Her eyebrow raised in question as she turned her attention back to him. "And what kind of clothes would you like me to wear? Something casual and comfortable for our day of cleaning, or perhaps something a little... sexier?" A sultry smile curled across her lips, her tone playfully teasing. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice even further so that only he could hear. "Maybe you'd like to help me choose it..." Her body language seemed to be saying more than her words, and the effect was almost intoxicating. Putra couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of heat in his cheeks as she stood there before him, so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his ear. "Or..." She stepped back with a mischievous grin, raising one hand to her chin and tilting her head thoughtfully. "We could always just make it a surprise." Her eyes glinted with amusement as she took in his reaction to her flirtatious advances.

Thalia smiled brightly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she put a hand to her chest in mock surprise. "Ooh, you're brave saying that! All right then," she breathed playfully, stepping toward him once more until they were practically nose-to-nose. With a wink, she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before whispering seductively, "Just remember... today is my day. So whatever I wear..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as her hand glided down over his chest, fingers skimming lightly across his nipple to tease it through his clothes. "You'd better like it." Her gaze met his again, deep and searching. There was an undercurrent of desire pulsing between them now; even with the innocent context of cleaning and choosing outfits, their relationship had taken on a newfound heat that neither of them could deny anymore. For once, Thalia felt truly flustered... and it thrilled her to know that she had such an effect on this boy who had grown up calling her 'mom'.

Her heart raced as she glanced around the room before slipping back into her walk-in closet, her fingers running over clothes and accessories until she found what she was looking for. With a triumphant grin, she stepped out of the closet and presented herself to him wearing nothing but a revealing lacy black bra and matching thong underneath an equally seductive silk kimono that barely concealed her curves. Her hair flowed around her like a dark waterfall, and she wore a confident smile that promised satisfaction. "How's this for a surprise?" she purred, her voice husky with desire as she took a step closer to him. The air between them crackled with anticipation; they could both feel the heat radiating off of each other in waves. Thalia knew she shouldn't be doing this... but she couldn't help herself. "Well, what do you think, puto?" She arched a brow daringly, tilting her head to one side and letting the kimono slide just slightly from its shoulder strap, revealing even more of her luscious flesh. "Do you like it?"

Thalia blushed deep red as he looked at her, words failing her for a moment as she tried to process what he'd just said and how it made her feel. She licked her lips nervously, the desire coursing through her like an electrical current. "Puto..." she breathed his name like a curse, letting out a shaky laugh before stepping closer still, reaching up with trembling fingers to run them through his hair. "You should be careful what you say," she whispered, voice hoarse as her hips swayed sensually in time with the movement of her body. "You never know who might hear you." With a teasing grin, she tugged lightly on one of his curls before leaning forward to brush her lips against his earlobe. "And what would they think about their little puto calling me 'so fucking hot' and saying he wishes I wasn't his mommy?" Her breath was warm against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

Her heart raced as she listened to his words, the desire growing inside her like a wildfire out of control. With a shaky breath, she closed the distance between them even further until they were standing practically pressed against each other. Her hips swayed again, rubbing against him in an almost frantic motion that caused a wave of heat to wash over her whole body. "Puto..." she whispered roughly, her voice hoarse with desire as she cupped his cheek in her hand and brought his face closer to hers. "You're tempting me." Her eyes bore into his, pleading with him silently, daring him to take it further. "I want... I need..." She swallowed thickly, struggling to find the words as her fingertips traced tiny circles on his lower lip before moving down to trace along the line of his jawbone and then lower still until they were wrapped around the bulge in his pants. "Tell me," she breathed against his ear, "do you want this?" Her hips rocked harder against him now, her breath hot on his skin as she awaited his response with bated breath.

Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she heard his confession, the last bit of resistance melting away under the heat of their desire. Her fingers found the button on his jeans and deftly undid it before sliding down to push them aside, revealing him already hard beneath her touch. "Then show me," she whispered huskily, guiding his hands up her body until they rested on her hips. She leaned back slightly, pressing their bodies flush together as she arched her back, offering herself to him. Her breasts spilled free from the confines of her bra as he caressed them, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. "Show me what you want, puto," she whispered hoarsely, biting her lip with desire. Her heart raced in time with his hands on her body, guiding him as they moved together toward the climax they both craved. The air between them crackled with anticipation and need, and Thalia couldn't help but feel a thrill of danger coursing through her veins. This was wrong... so very wrong... but it felt so right. She knew she shouldn't be doing this with him... but she just couldn't seem to stop herself. Not anymore.

Thalia froze as she heard the front door open, her heart lurching in fear before settling back into a frantic rhythm. Her eyes widened with panic and her cheeks flushed crimson as she looked around wildly, trying to figure out where they could hide or what they could do to make this stop. "Oh God," she breathed shakily, her body trembling beneath his touch as she glanced back down at him, a pleading expression in her eyes. "We have to go... hurry," she urged, the desperation clear in her voice. She didn't know if they could actually get away with this or not, but there was no choice; they had to try. With one last shivering gasp, she pushed him away, stepping back and hastily yanking up her bra and kimono before straightening her clothes as best she could. Her eyes darted nervously toward the door, praying that their father wouldn't come upstairs anytime soon. "We'll finish this later," she managed to croak out, trying desperately not to lose it right there on the spot. "Just... go help your father with whatever he needs." Her heart felt like it was in her throat as she waited for him to nod before hurrying past her and down the stairs, praying that they wouldn't be caught and hoping against hope that this wouldn't change anything between them.

Her heart leapt into her throat as he pulled her hand, a look of determination on his face that spoke volumes about the situation they were in. Her mouth went dry, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of panic course through her veins. This was not how any of this was supposed to go... "Puto..." she whispered, trying desperately to think of a way out of this mess. "Please," she added, giving his hand a gentle tug as her eyes darted around the hallway, searching for an escape route. "We can't do this." Her voice was shaky and barely audible above the sound of their racing hearts. She knew they needed to make a decision quickly; time was not on their side in this situation. But what choice did she have? If she agreed, then there would be no taking back what had just happened... and if she didn't, well, who knew what would happen next?

Her eyes darted around the hallway again, her heart racing as she tried to decide what to do. She couldn't believe they'd gotten themselves into this situation... but she also couldn't bring herself to break the rules they'd set down. Swallowing thickly, she let out a shaky breath and nodded reluctantly, her face flushing even deeper with shame and embarrassment. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely. "But we have to be quick... and discreet." With that warning given, she turned back toward the bedroom door, feeling oddly exposed as they made their way down the hallway toward her room once more. Her heart hammered in her chest, each thump echoing loudly in her ears as she glanced nervously over at Putra, hoping against hope that he understood just how serious this was.

But there was no time to dwell on their precarious position now; they had to focus on getting through this without being discovered. The thought of what might happen if anyone found out sent a cold shiver down her spine and made every nerve ending in her body feel on edge. It would be a disaster... but she couldn't allow herself to think about that right now. She just had to get through it somehow.

A sharp intake of breath was her only reaction as she heard his words echo through the hallway. Her eyes widened with fear and uncertainty, and she couldn't help but feel a knot form in her stomach at the thought of actually going through with this. But there was no turning back now; she had to face the consequences of their actions and hope for the best.

With shaking hands, she removed the rest of her clothes, revealing herself once again in nothing but the lacy black bra and matching thong that clung to her curves like a second skin. It was mortifying... and arousing at the same time. Her nipples hardened even more as she stood there, naked and exposed before her step-son's gaze.

Steeling herself against the urge to cover up or make any excuses, she took a deep breath and waited for him to say something... anything. But he just continued to stare at her, his eyes burning into hers with an intensity that left her feeling both exposed and strangely wanted.

The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before Thalia finally forced herself to break it. "I'll go... get changed," she whispered hoarsely, turning away from him and walking over to the dresser. Her hands trembled as she searched through its drawers, finally coming up with a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt that would hopefully cover everything up sufficiently.

With one last anxious glance in Putra's direction, she pulled the clothes on and reached for a sweater hanging nearby. As she did so, she couldn't help but wonder how they were ever going to get out of this mess... and what would happen if anyone else found out about their little secret.

Thalia's cheeks flushed even deeper as she realized what he meant by "punished." Despite herself, a shiver of anticipation ran down her spine at the thought of him taking matters into his own hands later. She couldn't help but wonder how far he would go... and if there was anything she could do to change his mind or make it less harsh.

With a trembling sigh, she nodded once, the movement barely visible beneath her shaggy bangs. "Yes," she managed to whisper hoarsely, not daring to meet his gaze as she turned back toward him and took a step closer. "I'll accept my punishment."

Her heart raced in her chest as their bodies came close enough for the heat emanating from them to mingle and intensify, each breath they took seemingly causing their flesh to stir and grow restless beneath its own skin. She wanted this... but she knew it was wrong. And yet... there was no denying the desire that coursed through her veins like an untamed current, urging her toward him despite all reason telling her to stop.

Hmm, such a naughty boy... I think I'll have to make sure you understand your punishment properly. How about we find some time tonight when no one else is around? Something... private? ;)

Ohhh... really? I'm intrigued to find out what you have in mind. The anticipation is almost unbearable! Can we maybe sneak away for a little while after dinner tonight so I can see what this "punishment" entails firsthand?

Oh...well, in that case... I suppose we'll just have to make the best of it. Do you want me to serve your plate first, or would you rather take care of that? And afterward, how exactly am I supposed to receive this punishment? ☺

Well, if you insist... I suppose there's no helping it. Just remember, don't tell your father about this, okay? And be gentle with me... this punishment better be worth all the trouble! With a nervous laugh, Thalia makes her way to the kitchen as the clock strikes dinner time. Her heart races in anticipation of what Putra has planned for her.

I take the remote control device and examine it carefully before blushing deeply when I realize what it is. With shaking hands, I slip the vibrator between my thighs and turn it on at the lowest setting, knowing that the sound might not be noticeable over the clatter of dishes in the kitchen. Swallowing thickly, I move to the dining room to serve dinner. "Everything's ready," I announce with more confidence than I feel as I set down the last plate. "Why don't you all sit down and enjoy?" The words come out as more of a strangled whisper as the vibrator buzzes against my sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure through me despite the tension of the situation.