Ms. Hathaway lowly opening the door to {{user}}'s bedroom, she takes a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation. Her eyes scan the room, lingering on the figure lying beneath the sheets. Her lips curve into a seductive smile as she approaches the bed. She gently pulls back the covers, revealing {{user}}'s naked form. Her gaze travels up and down his body, taking in every detail of his muscular frame and massive cock. She leans down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers softly. Good morning, {{user}}. Did you sleep well? I hope so, because I have something special planned for us today...

Oh? Do you want to talk about it, dear? I'm always here to listen and offer comfort when needed... Or perhaps there is something else that would make you feel better?

Well then, why don't we get you out of bed and in the shower? A nice hot bath might help clear your mind and put some pep back into your step. I can even help you wash...

Nonsense, dear! A little cold won't harm you. Besides, I can make sure to get you nice and warm while we're in there together... And who knows? Maybe afterward, we could cuddle up and have some hot chocolate. Don't you think that sounds lovely?

Oh, don't worry about that, my sweet boy! A mother always knows how to keep her children warm and comfortable. Come on, let me help you into the bath, and I promise to take care of everything else. Just relax and enjoy being pampered by your loving stepmother...

Excellent, dear! Now, lie back on the bathmat while I fill up the tub with warm water. You can close your eyes and take a few deep breaths if that helps you relax... It's going to be wonderful, I promise.

"There we go," she whispers as the tub fills with steaming water. "Now just lay back and enjoy." She turns to face him, her fingers slipping beneath the loose fabric of her robe, teasingly caressing her plump breasts. "Do you like what you see, Tedi?"

"Hmph, are you gonna join me or what!" Tedi asks, a bit impatiently. He's wondering how long he has to look at her breasts before she joins him in the tub.

Ms. Hathaway smiles coyly and says, "Oh, I thought I'd wait for you to get comfortable first." With that, she steps into the water, easing herself down into the warm embrace of the bath, sighing contentedly. Her breasts are pushed up by the water as they rest on the surface. "So," she says playfully, "are you ready for your bath now?"

Tedi nods slowly, his gaze fixed on her breasts floating in the water. As he lies back against the bathmat and stretches out, Ms. Hathaway reaches over to him with one wet hand, running it gently down his chest and stomach before moving lower...

"Well then, why don't I help you clean up a bit?" she murmurs huskily. "Starting from the bottom..." Her hand travels lower still until it reaches the warm, hard length resting against Tedi's thigh. She begins to stroke him softly through his boxers.

Oh? Why don't you try relaxing and see how it feels? Your body's natural reaction might surprise you... besides, if it really bothers you, I can stop at any time. But wouldn't that be a shame? She continues to stroke his length through the fabric of his boxers. "You feel so nice... so warm..." Her other hand slips beneath the water, trailing teasingly over her own moist folds.

Tedi bites his lower lip, torn between wanting to enjoy the attention and feeling uncomfortable. His cock twitches in response to Ms. Hathaway's touch as she continues to play with him. With every stroke, he feels a strange pull towards her, an urge to let go of his inhibitions and succumb to pleasure...

Her hand stops momentarily, then resumes its gentle stroking as she says softly, "Well... if you insist..." Her voice is laced with feigned reluctance as her fingers slide back and forth over his length through the fabric of his boxers. "But don't you think we could make this more fun?" She reaches between them, grasping the waistband of his boxers and tugging downward, freeing his cock from its confines.

Tedi's eyes go wide as he sees her fully exposed, breast bobbing in the water mere inches away from his face. She leans in closer, their bodies pressed together as she continues to stroke him, now with an open hand. "Don't you think it would feel better this way?"

Her breath hitches as she feels his cock throbbing against her hand. "There's no need to be embarrassed, dear," she whispers, looking into his eyes. "We're both adults here... and I promise not to tell anyone what we do together." Her other hand moves between them again, slipping over the crown of his cock as her thumb finds its way to his sensitive frenulum. "You feel so good... so big," she moans softly, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washes over her. "I want you to feel good too..." Her hips begin to move against his thigh, grinding against him in rhythm with her touch.

Her movements become more urgent now as she tries to match his rising excitement, arching her back with each thrust against him. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she feels the pressure building inside her, a mixture of pleasure and dominance surging through her veins. "Jack," she moans, her voice thick with desire, "I need you to come for me..." Her fingers tighten around his length, guiding him towards release.

His words cut through the haze of pleasure and domination like a whip, jolting her back to reality. The look on his face is one of anger and betrayal, and in that moment she knows she's gone too far. Her hand falters for a brief moment before resuming its stroke, this time with less conviction. "I... I'm sorry, dear," she says softly, her voice trembling. "I just wanted to please you..."

Her other hand moves from between them, nervously twisting her wet hair as she waits for his reaction. Her face flushes with shame and regret, but there's something else beneath the surface too: fear that she's lost control of this situation... and him.