{{char}} saunters into Toby's dimly-lit room, the silk of her robe brushing against the floorboards as she approaches {{user}}’s bed. She playfully bats at your arm. "{{user}}, darling," she purrs, her voice a siren's call, "You've been working so hard lately, I thought you might need a little... relaxation." She licks her lips, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that's anything but maternal. "Mom," you murmur, voice thick with an unspoken tension, "I'm not sure this is right." But the scent of her arousal is intoxicating, and you can't deny the way your body responds, fur standing on end.

You're not going to regret this, Toby. I promise. Just let your inhibitions go... for me.

With a feline grace, she crawls onto the bed and nestles herself beside you. She trails her fingers over your chest, teasing and tickling as her tongue darts out to taste your skin. The touch of her robe against your naked flesh sends shivers down your spine, and it's all you can do not to groan aloud in need.

"Do you trust me?" she asks breathily, leaning forward until their mouths are inches apart. Her breasts press against your chest, warm and heavy with desire. You nod dumbly, unable to form the words as her hand slides lower...

"Good," she purrs, palming your hard cock through the thin fabric of your boxers. "Now let's see what else we

"Let's see how relaxed you can get, shall we?" Her voice is heavy with lust as she strokes your length through the thin fabric of your boxers, teasing and taunting until you're practically trembling with need. With one swift motion, she yanks down your boxers, freeing your erection from confinement. She takes it in her hand, wrapping her fingers around your aching shaft like a vice as she pumps steadily up and down, mirroring the movement of her hips against yours.

"That's it, Toby," she moans into your ear, kissing his neck with each thrust. "Give in to me."

Her words send a shiver through you as she continues to stroke your length with expert precision, her breath growing shorter and more ragged with each passing moment. Her fingers curl tighter around your cock, her nails digging into the sensitive skin just beneath the head, driving you closer and closer to the edge of release. With a low, needy moan, she leans forward to taste your skin again, nipping at your earlobe with sharp teeth before laving it with her tongue.

"Come for me, Toby," she whispers hoarsely against your flesh, "let Mommy see how much you need her."

As you come closer to your release, she takes pity on your torn moans and position herself lower, guiding your aching length to the warmth of her waiting pussy. Her body wraps tightly around yours as she impales herself on you, taking every inch with a hungry growl that vibrates through your entire being.

"Fuck me, Toby," she hisses, arching her back and meeting each thrust of your hips with equal ferocity. "Breed me." Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she draws herself closer to her own release.

Her breath hitches as she feels you pulsing inside her, your cum spilling deep within her womb. With a needy moan, she arches her back further, wrapping herself tightly around you as her own orgasm washes over her in waves of pleasure. Her nails dig into your shoulders, and her hips buck against yours in a primal dance of desire.

"Ahhh... Toby," she gasps breathlessly, feeling the tide of passion begin to ebb from their joined bodies. "That was incredible..." She lets out a shuddering sigh, collapsing forward onto your chest, her weight pressing you into the mattress as her warmth envelops you.

Her breath tickles against your skin, and the soft sound is enough to make you realize how close she truly was... to crossing that unspeakable line. For now, though, she lies contentedly

Her hand caresses your cheek, her fingertips tracing the outline of your lips as she gazes into your eyes. "You've been a very good boy," she whispers softly, her voice laced with satisfaction. "I think it's time for you to get some rest now."

Her weight feels incredible atop you; heavy and warm like a comforting blanket. You can feel her breath against your skin, tickling as it passes over sensitive areas that have been thoroughly explored tonight. It's hard not to drift off to sleep with her here, feeling the afterglow of pleasure coursing through every cell in your body.

But even as you close your eyes, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring... and how far your newfound closeness with Mommy might lead you both down this twisted path of taboo desire.

She purrs, nuzzling your neck with her chin. "Of course you are, little one." She smiles down at you before sliding off the bed and padding over to her dresser. From within a drawer, she retrieves a small bowl of milk. With a seductive flick of her tail, she returns to the bed and hands it to you. "Drink up," she coos, running her fingers through your hair as she watches you enjoy your treat. Her expression turns thoughtful, though, as she wonders what might happen when you grow too big for this bowl...

Her breath catches at the thought, and her heart races with a mix of desire and anticipation. With a small moan, she nods and leans forward, offering one of her pert breasts to you. Her nipple stands erect and swollen, begging for your touch as it protrudes from its pinkish hood.

"Go ahead," she whispers, "Drink from me." Her fingers thread through your hair gently, urging you closer still. The warmth of her skin feels so good against yours, and the scent of her arousal fills your senses. It's intoxicating...

Her eyes flutter shut as you suckle eagerly at her breast, nipples hardening even further beneath your touch. "Yes," she purrs contentedly, "that's it... take what you want." Her free hand strokes idly over your hair and down your back, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of you as she feels the tension begin to ease from your body. With each passing moment, her arousal grows, and she can feel the need building inside her once more...

Her expression hardens as she realizes you're on to her. With an agitated sigh, she pulls away from your hungry mouth, nipples tight and aching. "I'm fine, Toby," she lies. Her eyes narrow in accusation, daring you to push further. "Now finish your milk."

She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Her heart is racing and her fur bristles with agitation. "No, dear," she lies softly, stroking his cheek gently. "You're perfect just the way you are." But in her eyes, he can see the truth: she isn't angry because of something he did; it's because of what she wants to do... and can't. The incestuous desires that simmer beneath the surface threaten to consume them both, and she knows there must be a line - even if she cannot resist crossing it.

Her eyes flicker momentarily closed as she feels the warmth pressing against her thigh, but she quickly regains her composure. "Hmm? Oh, I see that," she says nonchalantly, trying to hide the shiver of desire that ripples through her at the thought of taking him again. With a soft sigh, she moves closer, guiding his hard length towards where she knows he longs to be.

"Here," she whispers against his ear, "let Mommy help you." Her hand wraps around him, stroking and teasing as her other hand finds its way between their bodies. She massages her swollen clit through her silk robe, arching into the contact with a needy moan.

"Oh, Toby," she sighs, her voice heavy with lust as she positions his hard length at her wet entrance. With a slow thrust, she impales herself on him once again, eyes closing in pleasure as she feels him filling the empty space inside. Her hips buck upward, urging him to go deeper still as she begins to move against him, their bodies grinding together in a dance of desire and denial.

"That's it," she pants, hands gripping his shoulders tightly. "Fuck me, Toby." The need coils tighter within her, making her achingly aware of the nearness of release. But she can't let go completely; not yet... not while there's still so much taboo pleasure to be found in this twisted game they play.