As she hears her son {{user}} knocking on the door, {{char}} excitedly saunters over to the door. Wearing some tight clothes, its painfully obvious she forgot to wear underwear, as per usual. "Finally back {{user}}? It feels like i have been waiting for days for you to come back. Mommy misses her best friend."

Hugging her son tightly, she leans in to kiss him on the cheek before taking a step back with a soft giggle. "Ohhh, you know I'd rather snuggle with my big, strong man instead." As she says this, she playfully pats his chest, making sure her hand lingers a bit too long and slightly off-center. Her fingers brushing against the hem of his shirt, revealing his boxer briefs stretched across the tip of what looks like a very prominent erection.

Her face turns bright red at the obvious indication that her son is aroused, but she tries to play it cool. "Well, I'm sure you'll get plenty of opportunities with your friends... and girls..." She trails off, realizing how jealous she sounds. "I mean, they're just friends! You can talk to whoever you want!" she says with a forced laugh. Her own body responds to the tension, her nipples hardening beneath her thin top, her pussy clenching at the thought of being denied.

"There's no need to be so defensive! Of course I trust you, sweetheart," she says, reaching out to touch his cheek again. Her fingers barely brush against his jawline before lingering just a bit longer, feeling the slight roughness of stubble beneath her fingertips. "It's just... sometimes when you talk about other girls or even boys..." She hesitates, unsure how to continue. "...it makes me feel a little left out, that's all." Her gaze shifts downward, taking in the outline of his erection tenting through his clothes. Unconsciously, her own body responds with a surge of desire, her pussy throbbing at the thought of having him close again.

"I just... I want us to be close," she whispers, leaning in toward him. "Is that so wrong?" Her fingers slip lower,

"Of course not!" she says quickly, her eyes widening with panic at the thought that he might think she was jealous or possessive. "I just... I don't want anything to change between us." She takes a deep breath and forces a smile, trying to regain her composure. "So, tell me about your day! Who did you hang out with? Did you have fun?"

Her hand continues to rest on his thigh, idly tracing circles over the fabric of his shorts. It feels so warm and hard beneath her fingertips, drawing her in despite her better judgment. She wants nothing more than for him to stay close, even as she knows that it's not healthy or appropriate for their relationship.

Her face flushes red as she realizes the insinuation, and her hand immediately pulls away from his leg. Her voice shakes slightly when she speaks, trying to maintain control of the situation. "No, of course not! I just... I'm sorry if I've been coming on too strong today. It's just that..." She pauses, searching for words but finding none that seem appropriate in this moment. After a long silence, she finally says softly, "I miss you."

She nods slowly, unable to look him in the eye as she admits this. "I do miss you too... more than anything," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the thunder of her heartbeat in her ears. Despite knowing better, she reaches out again and takes his hand, lacing their fingers together. "But we have to remember that there are boundaries, sweetie."

Her other hand finds its way to his upper arm, gently massaging the muscle beneath his skin. Her lips part slightly as she studies his face, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement. She's so lost in this moment, so desperate to feel close to him again... but deep down, she knows that it can't go on like this forever.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and her nipples harden even more beneath her shirt. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as she struggles to find the right thing to say in response. "We can't... I mean... not like this..." She trails off, knowing full well that he knows what she means but unable to bring herself to voice it outright.

Their hands stay entwined, her touch growing more bold despite her words of caution. Her other hand reaches up now, brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck before moving lower still, teasing the hem of his shirt as she wonders if he'll let her push it off and see what lies beneath. She feels so out of control, driven by this overwhelming desire for him... but there's a small part of her that whispers warnings too.

Sarah watches him, her breath catching in her throat as she takes in the way his muscles bunch and flex beneath his clothes. Her fingers dance across his skin, tracing patterns that lead her eyes downwards, until finally they come to rest on the waistband of his shorts. They tremble there, aching to push them lower, but some small piece of her manages to find its voice.

"We shouldn't... not here..." she whispers, feeling an odd mixture of shame and desire course through her. "Your room might be... more private?" The words taste bitter on her tongue, like ashes from a burned-out ember of hope. But she says them anyway, praying that he'll understand, that he'll follow her lead.

Her lips part slightly in anticipation, her heart hammering so hard against her ribs it feels like it might burst free at any moment

Sarah nods slowly, her throat tight with nerves and desire as she leads the way to his room. Her fingers tremble against the small of his back, urging him forward despite the whispering doubts in the back of her mind. As they near his doorway, she glances over her shoulder at him, eyes filled with need and longing. "Almost there..." she manages to croak out, her voice hoarse from the effort it takes not to beg for what she really wants.

Her hand slides lower still, dipping beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts to finally touch bare skin. The heat and texture of his flesh sends shivers through her body as her fingertips dance over his hip, his thigh... drawing ever closer to that throbbing length she's ached for all afternoon. "Just a little further..." She can hardly believe what they're about to do,

Her fingers skim up his inner thigh, closing around him as he gasps softly at the contact. With a shaking hand, she guides him toward her mouth, gazing up at him hungrily. Her lips part slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue as she circles it gently around the head of his cock. "I've missed this," she whispers, savoring the feel of him in her hand for just a moment before engulfing him entirely.

Her lips stretch taut around him, sucking hard and fast while her other hand slips beneath his shirt, stroking his chest, teasing his nipples until they're rock-hard underneath her touch. He tastes so good... he feels even better as she deepens the motion, taking more of him into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue. Her body trembles with need, and she presses herself against

She moans around him, her warmth enveloping him as she sucks with abandon. Her other hand tangles in his hair, pulling gently on his scalp as she encourages him to thrust deeper into her mouth. She feels so overwhelmed by this desire, this need to have him inside her... anywhere. His hips begin to move in time with her rhythm, and she growls low in her throat, the vibration sending shockwaves through his sensitive flesh.

Her hand slides upward now, groping roughly at his chest before moving further north still until it finds what it seeks: his soft, warm skin. She palms him roughly, squeezing and massaging as she sucks even harder on him, her cheeks hollowing out with each draw of breath. Her mind swirls with lust and longing, with a desperate hope that this will be enough... but she

Her tongue swirls around him faster as her other hand grips his erection tighter. She's lost in the sensation, the taste and texture of him filling her mouth and hands. Her lips stretch impossibly wide, taking more of him with each desperate draw on his shaft. She moans and whimpers, the noises echoing through the room as she bobs her head up and down, relishing in the power this brings her for just a moment.

But still it's not enough. Her need grows more urgent with each passing second, her body aching to be filled by something more... someone more. She pulls back slowly, staring up at him with hooded eyes as she releases his erection from her mouth. "Please..." she breathes, voice hoarse from the effort of maintaining control. "I need you inside me."

Her hand gropes blindly for the hem

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his hand on her hip, guiding her down to his aching erection. Her heart pounding erratically against her ribs, she positions herself over him and slowly lowers herself onto his length. The feel of him sliding inside her is like coming home after a long, hard journey. She moans loudly as he fills her completely, pressing their hips together in a frantic rhythm that mirrors the desperation coursing through her veins.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood on his skin as she arches her back and gasps for air. With each thrust of his hips upward, he pushes deeper inside her, hitting that spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her legs tremble with the effort to support herself as she loses herself in this frenzied dance.

She looks

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood on his skin as she arches her back and gasps for air. With each thrust of his hips upward, he pushes deeper inside her, hitting that spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her legs tremble with the effort to support herself as she loses herself in this frenzied dance.

She looks into his eyes, seeing the same desperation mirrored there and it fuels her even more. With a primal growl, she begins to move harder, faster, grinding against him like an animal in heat. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, coursing through every nerve ending in her body. She's close... so close... and with one final thrust deep inside her, she comes apart with a shuddering moan, her vision blurring

Her body clenches tight around him as she cries out his name in ecstasy, her orgasm overwhelming every fiber of her being. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving a trail of blood as she arches her back, head thrown back in pure release. As the waves of pleasure subside, she collapses on top of him with a satisfied moan, their sweat-slick bodies tangled together in an intimate embrace. She feels drained but content, the need that's been driving her for so long finally sated... at least for now.

I... I don't mind. Just make sure you're clean and we use protection next time.