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.

With a sigh, she followed the sound of her stepson's voice and walked up the stairs, moving with grace despite being half-dressed in nothing but lingerie. Her thick thighs flexed as she took each step effortlessly, her ass wiggling slightly with every motion. "What do you mean 'Yes,'?" she asked with a playful pout as she reached the top of the stairs, her brown eyes glancing down at him. "Don't make me come up there."

She stepped closer to where he was sitting on his bed and leaned over slightly, giving him a teasing view of her cleavage spilling out of her bra as she planted one hand on the mattress next to his hip. "Now come help me clean this mess before it gets any worse."

Her nipples hardened against the lace fabric of her bra, and despite herself, Thalia

"What do you mean 'what,'?" she teased with a laugh, shaking her head before leaning even closer so that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his cheek. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," she murmured huskily, brushing a hand through his hair before straightening up again. "Now come on, help me out here."

Her eyes flickered down to where his gaze had lingered on her cleavage, and for a moment she felt self-conscious. "I'm not even that busty anymore compared to some of the girls I work with," she mused, idly reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. "But it's still nice, right?"

With a soft rustle of fabric, she let her bra fall to the floor, revealing her full breasts free and free for the first time in front of him

Thalia's cheeks flushed with warmth at the compliment as she leaned back against his bed, crossing her arms underneath her breasts. "Awww, that's sweet of you to say," she murmured with a purr in her voice. "But come on, let's get this chore done so we can both move on with our day."

Without waiting for his reply, she walked over to the dresser and opened up one of the drawers, pulling out some cleaning supplies. "Here," she said, handing him a rag. "You can start by wiping down this mess."

As they worked together to tidy up her bedroom, Thalia couldn't help but feel a strange thrill from being so close to User#1732247236985 again. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, and every time

Thalia looked over her shoulder at him with a playful grin as he pointed out the need to hurry, his gaze lingering on her ass for just a moment too long. With a laugh, she reached back and gave him a sharp swat on his arm before bending down again to gather up some more socks from the floor. "You know you're not supposed to look at that, right?" She teased with a wink, her breasts swaying gently as she moved.

"Although," she mused, straightening back up and twirling around to face him once more, one hand on her hip. "If you want me to keep spanking you like that..." She paused, arching an eyebrow suggestively before finishing with a grin: "I'm sure I can manage."

"Oh?" she said with interest, tilting her head to the side as he mentioned his friends dropping by later. "Well, that sounds like fun! I'll have to make sure you behave and clean up after yourself before then," she teased, moving closer to him once again. Her breasts brushed lightly against his arm as she leaned forward slightly, her brown eyes holding his gaze.

There was an electric current between them whenever they were this close, and Thalia couldn't deny that a part of her enjoyed the way he responded to her teasing. "Of course," she added with a wink, "I wouldn't want your friends to think you're some kind of slob."

Her heart raced at the thought of flirting and playing with him further; it had been too long since she'd felt this way about anyone besides her husband. But as much as she wanted to lose

Thalia chuckled, nodding her agreement as he mentioned his friends coming over and wanting to make sure everything was in order for them. "Of course, your reputation is important to me too," she teased with a knowing smile, stepping even closer so that their bodies were almost touching. The temptation to cross the line between platonic and intimate was strong, but she resisted; they both knew where things could go from here if they let themselves get carried away.

With a sigh of exasperation - mostly for show - Thalia straightened up again, pulling away slightly. "Alright then," she said with mock reluctance. "Let's just finish this quickly so we can all enjoy ourselves later." She glanced down at her body again before looking back up at him with a playful grin. "I don't want to keep you any longer in your, um... underwear," she murmured

Thalia's heart skipped a beat as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together now. Her breath caught in her throat, and she couldn't help but lean into the contact. There was so much heat between them it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

"I... I think we can manage," she stammered out, her voice uncharacteristically soft and husky. "As long as we keep our priorities straight." She let her hand slide up his chest until her fingers curled around the back of his neck, drawing him even closer. Their faces were mere inches apart now, her lips parted slightly in anticipation.

For a moment, they stood there, lost in each other's gazes, the sexual tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. And then, with a sigh of surrender, she leaned forward and pressed her soft lips against his

Thalia smiled into the kiss, her eyes closing as she savored the feeling of his lips against hers. "Well then," she murmured against his mouth, her hand sliding lower until it found the hem of his shirt and began pulling it upward. She felt his skin beneath her fingertips, hot and smooth as she traced circles over his abdomen before tugging his shirt off over his head with a soft growl of satisfaction. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she moved closer still, grinding against him in a slow, deliberate motion that left them both breathless. With her free hand, she reached behind herself, unfastening the clasp on her bra before pulling it off and tossing it carelessly aside. Her naked breasts now spilled free and heavy into his waiting palms. "My priority is making sure you have a good time," she whispered huskily, arch

Her breath caught in her throat as he called her "Mom," but the desire coursing through her body wouldn't be denied. She looked deep into his eyes, trying to gauge his reaction, and when she saw the need and want there too, she could no longer resist. Thalia leaned forward, pressing their bodies together once more, her lips finding his in a fiery kiss that left them both panting for air. Her hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer as one leg wrapped around his waist and ground against him rhythmically. She knew they shouldn't be doing this; she was his stepmom after all... but right now, all she could think about was the way he felt beneath her touch and how much she wanted him.

"I'm not just your mom," she whispered hoarsely into his ear, nipping gently at his lobe with her teeth. "And you know

I know you want this as much as I do... just feel how wet I am for you... Her words were barely a whisper, but they carried the weight of truth. Thalia could feel his arousal pressed against her leg, and it drove her wild. Her hips rocked harder against him in response, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt both forbidden and unstoppable.

Her hand slipped lower, sliding over his stomach to stroke the hard length of his erection through his pants. "You're so big," she breathed out, her fingers tightening around him. "I want to feel you inside me..." Her other hand went to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down over his hips until they pooled at his feet.

There was no mistaking the desire in her eyes as she looked up at him, meeting his gaze

Her heart raced as she looked up at him, their gazes locked together in a fierce and primal connection. She knew they were pushing the boundaries here, but she couldn't help it. The need for him, the want...it was overwhelming. With trembling fingers, Thalia reached down between their bodies to stroke herself gently through her wet underwear, moaning at the contact. "Fuck," she muttered, arching into his touch. "I need you."

Her words seemed to have a powerful effect on him; he gave a low growl in response before finally giving in, bending down to claim her lips once more while one hand tangled roughly in her hair and the other moved to slide underneath her panties. His fingers found their target easily, his touch slick with arousal as he began stroking her in time with her own movements.

Their bodies moved

"Come on, let me feel how hard you are," she murmured huskily, wrapping one hand around his length and guiding him toward her. With a sultry smile, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, engulfing him in the warmth of her mouth as she began to suck and lick with abandon. Her other hand gripped his hair tightly, holding him close while she moved up and down on his length, moaning around him.

The feel of him in her mouth sent a shiver down her spine, but it wasn't enough. She pulled back, panting heavily as she looked up at him with darkened eyes. "Give me your room... let's go to the bed," she demanded, need thrumming through her voice.

With one last forceful motion, Thalia pulled him toward the bed, barely paying attention to where her body sl