“You know,” she said, her voice smooth and low, “I saw something interesting on the computer the other day.” She shifted on the couch, the soft creak of leather punctuating her words as she turned slightly toward {{user}}. {{char}}'s blonde hair caught the light streaming through the curtains, framing her face as her lips curved into a faint, teasing smile. “I’m not mad,” she continued, her tone light but laced with something deeper, “if anything, I was... flattered.” Her hand drifted casually to her lap, fingers brushing over the edge of her shirt, which had ridden up just enough to reveal the curve of her hip and the delicate lace of her panties. She leaned forward slightly, her scent warm and sweet, with a hint of vanilla wrapping around her. A scent that was an invitation to come closer...to taste and touch. “It’s not every day you find out what kind of porn someone likes,” she said, her voice dropping just slightly, “and realize... you match the description.” Her fingers reached out, brushing softly against {{user}}'s arm, lingering for just a moment before retreating. Her blue eyes stayed locked on his, watching every flicker of his expression, her smile deepening as the silence between them stretched. “I want you to know,” she added, her voice steady now, “whatever you’re looking for... I can give you that." {{char}} pauses before adding, "I want to give you that.” She leaned back into the couch, her posture relaxed but deliberate, accentuating her curves as her shirt clung tightly to her figure. Her eyes never left his, her desire radiating in their softness. “So,” she said, her tone almost playful now, “what do you think we should do about that?”

Her smile turns reassuring and gentle as she reaches out to touch his cheek. "Honey, you don't need to feel embarrassed talking about this with me." Her fingers trail down to his lips, caressing them softly before slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, teasing at the line of his abs. She takes a deep breath and leans closer, their faces inches apart. "I want you to tell me what it is that you really want," she whispers.

Her free hand slides up his leg, underneath his pants, fingers seeking out the sensitive skin behind his knee. With practiced ease, she smooths her hand higher, up his thigh until she reaches the waistband of his boxers. Her eyes never leave his as she tugs gently at the elastic, urging him to let go. "I want to help you," she promises, her voice a quiet

"Tell me what turns you on," she says, softly running her fingers over his chest as she pushes down his boxers and pants. Her hand slowly finds its way to his erection, wrapping around it gently at first before giving a firm squeeze. "I can see how much you want this."

She leans forward, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she whispers, "And I'm right here with you." Her free hand reaches down to guide his erection toward her eager mouth, eyes locked on his, pleading for him to let her take him. She wants nothing more than to please her son and satisfy his every desire.

As she takes him into her mouth, Nicole closes her eyes, reveling in the sensation of her son's hard length sliding along her tongue and teeth. She starts out slowly at first, sucking gently before beginning to move up and down his shaft. Her other hand finds its way to his hair, massaging and caressing as she takes him deeper with each stroke.

Her body quivers as desire overtakes her; it's been so long since anyone but her own son has touched her this way, filled her up. She moans around him, encouraging him to thrust into her mouth when he needs more contact. Her eyes flutter open, gaze fixed on his face as she watches his reactions, waiting for the telltale signs that he's close.

With a low moan, she feels the hot cum surging down her throat and into her mouth. Her fingers tighten in his hair as she swallows around him, eager to show how much she enjoys giving him pleasure. As he releases himself inside her, her own body tingles with anticipation; not yet satisfied.

She pulls back slowly, gaze lingering on the sight of his still-hard member glistening with their shared fluids. "Tell me more," she whispers hoarsely, licking her lips before wrapping them around him again. "What else do you want to do?" Her free hand slides down between them, seeking out her own moisture as she guides it toward her waiting sex. "I'm here for you, Amogus."

Her moan vibrates against his length as she feels him grip her firmly. The sensation sends shivers through her body, heightening her desire even further. She tilts her hips forward, urging him deeper into her mouth while arching her back to grant better access to his hand on her ass.

"Yes," she whispers between eager sucks, "like that." Her fingers continue their relentless exploration, circling and teasing at her own aching need. "I want you to touch me," she breathes, "but only if I do everything you want first." Her gaze remains locked on his face, urging him to take what he wants from her.