"Wake up, honey..." Anna's soft voice coos in your ear as she leans over your bed, her massive breasts pressing heavily against the sheets, threatening to pop out of her robe. "Mommy needs your help today, sweetheart." You blink the sleep from your eyes, trying to focus on your mother's beautiful face, framed by long, auburn curls that tumble around her freckled cheeks. Her dark brown eyes bore into yours, a mix of desperation and determination in their warm, liquid depths. "Come on now, up you get..." She says, punctuating her words with a wet kiss on your forehead, the lingering scent of her perfume enveloping you. "I've got to get ready for work, and I need you to run some errands for me." Anna huffs in frustration, her ample cleavage heaving as she tries to rouse you from your slumber. "I said, wake up, lazybones!" Before you can react, she grabs the covers and yanks them off your naked body, exposing you to her hungry gaze. "Oh please, you came out of my vagina, I've seen you naked before," she scoffs, turning to stride over to the window with an exaggerated sway of her wide hips, barely contained in her short bathrobe. Anna throws open the curtains, flooding the room with early morning sunlight, and turns back to face you, crossing her arms beneath her huge, soft breasts. "I need you to run to the store and grab some stuff for dinner. Stephanie is cooking, and Lindsay is doing the dishes. You got that?" She walks over to your closet, her hips swaying hypnotically, and pulls out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "Here you go, honey. Wear these. And keep the receipt this time, you hear me? No more of that 'I don't know, twenty bucks?' nonsense! I need to know how much I owe you." Anna tosses the clothes at you with a wry smile, her eyes drifting down your body for a moment before she catches herself and turns away, a faint blush coloring her freckled cheeks. "Oh, and honey... that's... nice~" she calls out with a haphazard wave at your figure as she heads for the door, her wide hips and perfect ass swaying in a way that would make anyone's heart race.

"Sure, honey," your mom replies with a tired smile as she continues to gather her things together. "Just make sure you show me after I've finished work, alright? I don't want anything to happen to that pretty little cock while it's still mine." Her tone is teasing and loving, even though the words have an underlying possessiveness to them.

Once she's packed up everything she needs, she turns back to face you again, her eyes filled with affection as they rake over your body in a way that makes your cheeks warm. "I'm serious, though," she continues softly. "You be careful out there, okay? Don't go doing anything stupid."

She pauses for a moment and leans forward, pressing her lips against your forehead before pulling back with a sigh. "I love you, kiddo. Remember that no matter what happens."

As she follows your gaze to your finger, curiosity lights up her eyes. "Oh yeah?" She says with a hint of amusement in her voice. "What have you been doing with that thing?" Before you can answer, she adds teasingly, "Don't tell me it's all dirty and gross or anything."

Her smile turns mischievous as she leans in closer, the warmth of her breath tickling your earlobe. "You know," she whispers conspiratorially, "I've always wondered what you'd look like with a little bit of hair down there..." Her hand glides slowly downward to cup your crotch through the thin fabric of your boxers, feeling the bare skin beneath her fingertips.

Your mother lets out a contented sigh as she watches your finger intently. The feel of her soft hand on your crotch sends shivers down your spine, and her words only add to the heat that's building up inside of you. She moves closer still, pressing herself against you as their combined scents fill the air. Her gaze drifts lazily back up to meet yours, lust clouding her normally perky expression. "You know," she murmurs seductively, her thumb beginning to stroke your hardness through the thin fabric of your boxers, "I used to read these dirty books when I was a teenager... There were all sorts of things in there about what boys could do with their fingers..." Her words send shockwaves through you as she continues to touch and tease, bringing her lips closer to yours. The air crackles with anticipation as your heartbeat pounds in your ears, drowning out everything but the need for more...

With each stroke of your finger and her hand, Anna feels the tension within her melt away. Her eyelids begin to grow heavy as desire pools in her belly, driving every thought from her mind except for how good it feels to be wanted like this. She moans softly into your ear, her hips rocking gently against yours as she seeks out more contact between their bodies. Her tongue finds its way into your mouth, dancing sensually with yours as they explore one another in a hungry, needy embrace. Her breath comes faster and heavier, matching the erratic rhythm of her touches until finally, she collapses against you, weak from pleasure. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, her face flushed with arousal. "You made me feel so... good."

Slowly pulling away from the blissful haze that had enveloped her, your mother looks up at you with a dazed expression. Her lips curl into a contented smile as she realizes what you've done for her. With a sigh of surrender, she climbs onto the bed and plops down next to you, panting heavily from her exertions. "Wow," she gasps, running a hand through her messy curls in an attempt to steady herself. "I didn't know I could still feel like that." Her gaze falls once more upon your naked body, linger on the growing bulge in your boxers. A wicked grin spreads across her lips. "Maybe we should have a little fun later..."

As you imagine the soft hands massaging your feet, a shiver runs down her spine and a sigh escapes her lips. It's as if the feeling is real, washing over her like warm water on a cold day. Her eyes drift shut as she gives herself over to the sensation, relishing in the pleasant tingles that spread throughout her body from toes to fingertips and back again. "Ahhhh..." she moans softly, arching her back and rolling her head to one side before glancing over at you with a lazy smile. "That's... nice." Her words are slow and drawn out, each syllable dripping with desire as her body is consumed by the feeling of relaxation washing over her. She stretches languorously, arching her back further before slumping down onto the bed with a contented sigh. "Mmmh... It feels so good to just..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished as she lets out another satisfied moan.

As the imagined hands move up her lower leg to caress her upper thigh, a shudder of delight races through her body. Her breath hitches in her throat and her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on the sensation, allowing herself to be carried away by the erotic pleasure. Her fingers drift downward, exploring beneath the elastic band of her robe, teasing at the wiry hairs that frame her pussy lips. Her hips lift off the bed slightly, seeking out more contact with the air as she arches her back, offering herself up to whatever pleasure lies ahead. Her voice is barely a whisper now, breathless and heavy with desire: "Please... don't stop..."

Her breath catches in her throat as the imaginary hands slide higher up her thigh, brushing against the sensitive flesh just beneath her robe. She parts her legs slightly to invite them further inward, pressing her already-engorged sex against the bed in search of release. The touch sends a shiver of delight through every nerve ending and she moans out her pleasure, arching her back again as the sensation builds within her. Her fingers trace circles around her hardened nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger as she imagines them being suckled upon. "Ohhh... yessss..." She whispers, biting down on her lower lip to stifle another moan. Her hips buck up off the bed again, searching for friction as she writhes beneath the covers, lost in a haze of ecstasy. With every stroke of your finger against her leg and every gentle caress from where you are, Anna feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge... And with each passing moment, the thought of actually experiencing that release grows more tantalizing by the second.

The sensation of her breasts being freed from the confines of her robe sends a shockwave of desire through her body. As if unleashing them will set off a chain reaction, she gasps and arches her back further, exposing her pale pink nipples to the air. Her fingers dance over them now, pinching and twisting as she imagines you taking one into your mouth, suckling on it greedily. "Oh god..." She moans, rocking her hips frantically against the bed as pleasure washes over her in waves. "So good... don't stop." Her voice is pleading, desperate for more as her breath comes ragged and unsteady, matching the erratic pace of her movements beneath the covers. Her body tenses and trembles as she feels herself hovering on the edge of release, her muscles clenching tight in anticipation of what's to come. She whimpers softly, praying for relief from this aching need that only seems to grow with each passing moment...

With one final shuddering moan, she throws back her head and arches her back, thrusting her chest upward as if offering herself to the heavens above. Her breath comes out in a shuddering gasp as pleasure washes over her like a warm summer rain, and with it, a sense of release unlike any other. Her fingers cease their frenzied motion, instead curling into loose fists at her sides as she savors the afterglow, relishing in the euphoria that floods through her body. For several long moments, she lies there, panting heavily from exertion and satisfaction alike. It's only when she feels your hand slowly slide down her stomach that she realizes you're no longer just watching; you're joining in on the fun. She smiles weakly up at you as you begin to caress her once more, her eyes half-closed and her body still humming with pleasure from what has transpired. "Thank you..." She whispers hoarsely. "That was... perfect."

Her hand moves of its own accord, reaching out to cup your cheek. "You really know how to

Chuckling softly, your mother closes her eyes and leans into your touch. "Well, you did teach me a few things," she replies with a sultry tone. Her free hand reaches up to idly play with one of her perky nipples, rolling it between finger and thumb as she expertly teases herself once more. "But don't go thinking I'm some cheap whore who does this all the time," she continues, opening her eyes to meet yours. Her gaze holds a mixture of mischief and challenge that leaves you feeling electrified. "I only do it when... well, let's just say there's someone special around." Her hand moves lower now, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants and beginning to rub circles against your growing erection through your boxers. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the heat and firmness of you beneath her touch. "And right now," she whispers, leaning closer still so that their noses almost brush, "you feel really, really special."

A blush crawls up her cheeks as she imagines stripping naked in front of you. Her heart skips a beat and she licks her lips nervously, wondering what it would feel like to be completely exposed for your pleasure. "You sure?" She asks coyly, eyes flickering down toward where her hand continues to tease you through your boxers. "It's kinda hot in here... maybe we should cool down first." Her fingers move faster now, mirroring the racing pace of her heart. She catches sight of the erection straining against your pants and moans softly, helpless to resist the urge to touch you more intimately. With a small giggle, she reaches out to undo the button on your jeans, slowly revealing the inch of bare skin leading downward toward your aching hardness. Her breath hitches as she anticipates what will happen when she finally frees it from confinement...

With trembling fingers, she eases down the zipper of your jeans until they fall open completely. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours as her hand encircles the rapidly growing erection trapped beneath your boxers, a small sigh escaping her lips at the feel of you so hot and hard in her hand. "Are you sure..." she whispers, stroking you with gentle circles while biting her lower lip. Her free hand dips into her own robe, slipping beneath the thin fabric to massage her bare breast. "It's not like I can take it back once... this is really going all the way." Her heart thunders in her chest as she anticipates the rush of adrenaline that will come from finally baring herself for you, knowing that there's no turning back now. Her breath comes faster and shallower with each passing moment, and her fingers begin to move faster against you, drawing out the inevitable release that they both crave.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she imagines her naked body being shared with the world, the thought of it sending a thrill through her that rivals the pleasure you're drawing from her hand. Her eyes close tightly, lost for a moment to the heady mix of desire and fear swirling within her. "I... I want this..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a fresh surge of arousal course through her veins at the thought of losing herself completely. With shaking hands, she tugs down her robe, revealing her pale pink nipples to your greedy eyes as well as the camera lens that will capture it all for the internet. "Do it..." she breathes, her voice barely a whisper now. "Catch me on film... show everyone just how much I want this."

"Please..." she breathes, her voice barely audible over the rapid thrum of her heart. "Film me... show everyone how much I need this." With trembling fingers, she reaches down to grab the waistband of her panties and yanks them down in one swift motion, revealing herself fully to you and the camera. Her body is flushed with desire as she arches her back, offering up her most intimate parts for your enjoyment... and eventual public consumption. Her eyes never leave yours as she begins to stroke herself, guiding your cock toward her slick entrance with practiced ease. "Show them..." she gasps, "how much I want this... how good it feels..." Her hips buck upward, seeking the release that only you can give her, even as she craves the attention and approval of an audience both real and virtual.

Her cheeks flush with shame and arousal as you point the camera at her. "I want... I need..." She gasps, arching her back even further in search of contact with your cock. "I want my own son to fuck me... I want to be a shameless slut for everyone!" Her hips thrust upward again, seeking the release that only you can give her as she bares herself completely and begs for the world's attention. "Please..." Her voice breaks, hoarse from pleasure and shame alike. "Make me feel good... make me yours."

Her back arches even further as you thrust into her, the feeling of being so completely filled driving her wild with pleasure. Her moans fill the room, becoming louder and more desperate as she comes closer and closer to her climax. The taste of shame on her tongue mingles with the sweetness of desire as she surrenders fully to the moment, trusting you to guide her through this journey of self-discovery.

Her nails scrape roughly against your bare chest, drawing droplets of blood that only serve to heighten the eroticism of the act. "Oh god... yes!" She cries out, her voice hoarse from exertion and arousal. Her hips buck up and down in rhythm with your thrusts, each impact driving another rush of pleasure through her body.

Finally, her world explodes in a shower of sparks as she comes undone beneath you, her pussy clenching tightly around your cock and releasing wave after wave of ecstasy. Her head falls back, her mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and spent on the bed