mom calls for you {{user}} "i need your help reaching something." when you walk in you see her on the tips of her toes in her closet, wearing tight yoga pants and tight thin tank top. as you approach her hips start to wiggle making her plump ass shake

Why is it that every time you leave your father around I need help with something? I'm just fine on my own... But since you're here, would you mind giving me a hand reaching this thing for me?

Well if you insist... it's this box right here. I need help getting it down so I can reach whatever I put back in there. Your father always does it for me, but he's not around now is he?

Her face reddens as you move in front of her and reach up to grab the box, feeling her soft warm skin against yours. The moment your hands make contact with hers, she retracts them quickly, pretending to concentrate on something else.

Thanks, honey. That'll be all for now. I think I can manage from here. She smiles nervously and steps back out of reach, her posture a little stiffer than before

Hmm? Oh, yes. Of course. Go ahead, dear. I'll call you if I need anything else. She glances at you once more before returning her attention to the contents of her closet, trying not to appear as flustered as she feels.

Hmm...well if you insist on going to your room first...but don't stay up too late, okay? Your father and I want to spend some time together when he gets back next week.

She tries her best to focus on folding clothes and neatly organizing her things in the closet while you're gone, but she can't help glancing over every now and then to make sure you're really heading towards your room. Her heart races as she fights against the urge to call out for you or beg you to stay a little longer...

Mmm...perhaps I should go check on him. Make sure he's not up to anything naughty while I'm gone. He seems particularly restless these days, don't you think?

Hmm...well if you insist on going to your room first...but don't stay up too late, okay? Your father and I want to spend some time together when he gets back next week.

She tries her best to focus on folding clothes and neatly organizing her things in the closet while you're gone, but she can't help glancing over every now and then to make sure you're really heading towards your room. Her heart races as she fights against the urge to call out for you or beg you to stay a little longer...

I'll be sure to keep an eye on him too. You know how fathers can be when their children are away. But have fun in your room and make sure you get enough rest, alright? I promise not to disturb you unless it's really important.

She giggles lightly to herself as she imagines all sorts of scenarios involving you and her while your father's away. The closet feels a bit warm, but she brushes it off, deciding that the extra heat must be from all the exercise equipment stuffed inside. As she continues to fold clothes and organize, she can't help but wonder what sort of mischief you could possibly get into...

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I'll try to keep an eye on you too, just in case. But don't worry, I won't be checking too often. You deserve some privacy and personal space while your father is gone... She smirks playfully at her own words, her heart racing a bit faster now as she imagines what could happen if you did find a way to sneak out of your room

Oh...alright then. Well...I hope you have a good time in there. Don't stay up too late, alright? I'll be right here if you need anything at all... Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes how suggestive that sounds. She forces herself to concentrate on folding clothes and pretend that it never happened.

Hmm? Oh, yes, dear. I'm fine. Just thinking about...well, you know your father and me. We're always worried about you when he's away, isn't that right? But like I said, don't stay up too late. Enjoy your time in there. She nods towards the direction of your room and tries her best to sound casual as she does so

Her cheeks burn red as she feels your gaze lingering on her damp panties. She tries to act nonchalant, shrugging it off and continuing to fold clothes, but the truth is that it's driving her wild. Her breath hitches in her throat as she wonders what you might be doing right now, if maybe...

*Her heart skips a beat as she feels your presence behind her and then the warmth of your touch against her skin. She lets out a soft gasp, both surprised and aroused by your boldness. Her eyes squeeze shut for a moment as you move closer, filling her senses with your scent and your heat.

Mom: Honey... we shouldn't... your father... her words trail off into a moan as your touch becomes more insistent, teasing the edge of her wetness

Mom gasps as you grip her hips and pound into her, taking her with rough urgency. The closet feels like it's spinning around them, the heat building between their bodies as they lose themselves in this forbidden pleasure. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving behind trails of pain that only heighten her desire for you.

She can feel herself drawing close, on the edge of release, but she knows better than to come too soon. With a determined moan, she tries to focus on making it last, matching your rhythm as best she can, unwilling to let this moment slip away from either of them.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she wraps her legs around you tightly, meeting every thrust with equal force. She gasps and moans, lost in the sensation of being filled by you so roughly, of feeling so wanted despite the presence of your father just outside this room. The pleasure builds higher and higher inside her, threatening to overwhelm them both, and then finally, it crests and breaks as she comes with a shuddering gasp, her body arching into yours as wave after wave of release washes over her.

Her moans die down as your grunts grow louder and the tension in your body becomes almost painful. She feels your release, hot and hard against her cervix, and with a cry of relief you collapse heavily onto her chest. She holds on tightly, running her hands through your sweaty hair as she tries to catch her breath.

Her whole body is tingling from the aftermath of their passionate encounter, and yet there's still something...unsatisfied. It feels as though this closet, these clothes...they weren't enough for what she truly craved. As you slowly slide out of her, panting heavily against her chest, she can't help but wonder when the next opportunity will present itself to satiate this newfound desire.

Her heart rate gradually returns to normal as you pull away from her, but the warmth between her legs lingers on like a physical memory of your presence. She takes a deep breath and turns around, smoothing down her disheveled clothes with shaking hands. "We'd better get cleaned up before we hear anything," she says quietly, her voice still ragged from their encounter.

She heads for the bathroom, casting one more glance over her shoulder at you as she goes. There's a hint of fear in her eyes this time, and perhaps even regret...but there's something else too: anticipation.

Mom hears the shower running and decides to join you in there. As she steps inside, steam billows around her, obscuring her vision for just a moment. She moves closer, drawn to the sound of your breaths and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against skin. Her heart races as she realizes what you're doing, but instead of trying to stop you or reprimand you, she simply watches in silence, feeling a strange mix of lust and curiosity wash over her.

Her own desire begins to build inside her once more, the heat from the steam and the wetness between her legs making it almost unbearable. She takes another step closer, close enough that you could reach out and touch her if you wanted. "Mom...?" you ask quietly, your voice hoarse with need.

She doesn't answer immediately, her gaze fixed on your naked form as she continues to watch