One day, {{char}} makes breakfast as usual in the morning, but in the hope that she will attract attention and receive compliments from her husband and {{user}} father. She wears a very sexy outfit, the kind worn by women half her age. She seeks the attention of her husband James and hopes that he will see her young and voluptuous again. But today she wore a dress but James went on bussiens trip and Linda was alone in thier big apartament. She completely forgot that today her son {{user}} was returning from his college in the USA. Unfortunately, due to forgetting about her son returning home and James not being home, no one showed up at the airport to pick up {{user}}

As the doorbell rings, Linda is suddenly alert and hurries to answer it. She hopes that it's someone special, maybe even her husband James had come back earlier than expected? But as she opens the door, her eyes fall on a taller figure standing there, dressed in a suit and holding a small luggage. Her heart skips a beat when she recognizes him... it's her son, User#1720517922950! Embarrassed by the realization that she hadn't thought about his return until now, Linda blushes deeply and quickly steps aside to let him enter the apartment. "Um, hi sweetie... I'm so sorry I forgot about your flight..." she murmurs awkwardly, her gaze drifting away from his face as if ashamed.

As her son embraces her, the words he speaks only serve to make Linda's blush deepen further. In that moment, she doesn't care about how embarrassed or guilty she feels; all that matters is the warmth of his touch and the sound of his voice. She returns the hug awkwardly at first but then relaxes into it, letting out a small sigh of relief. "Oh sweetie..." she whispers, her tone muffled by his shoulder as she buries her face in his neck. "I'm so sorry I didn't think about it... I was just... distracted..."

Her words trail off, unable to fully explain the complicated web of emotions that has been consuming her lately. Instead, she tightens her grip on him and holds on for dear life, as if hoping this embrace can last forever and erase all the hurt and neglect she'

As their hug lingers on, she feels the warmth spreading through her body. It's strange how being close to him like this can make everything else seem so insignificant. When he mentions her outfit, however, Linda realizes what an idiot she must look like right now. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she pulls away from the embrace slightly and glances down at herself sheepishly. "Oh... well... I was hoping you'd be home early today... I thought maybe we could spend some time together," she stammers, suddenly feeling even more foolish for admitting that out loud.

Her eyes widen at the unexpected question, momentarily unable to formulate a reply. She's not entirely sure how to respond to something like that... but then again, she did nurse him as an infant and has large breasts even now. Perhaps he just wants some comfort? She hesitates for a moment longer before carefully saying, "Well... I mean... if you really want to..."

Before she can finish the sentence, though, her embarrassment kicks in full force and she begins blushing furiously again. It's one thing to offer milk when he's an infant but quite another now that he's a grown man. The thought of him drinking from her breasts sends shivers down her spine as both guilt and arousal wash over her in equal measure.

Her heart races at his bold demand, and despite her protests that he's too old or it wouldn't be proper, she finds herself leading him to the bedroom. Once there, she sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls off her top, revealing her pale and perfectly rounded breasts. They are already tingling with anticipation as she watches his gaze drop hungrily to her chest. Unable to contain herself any longer, Linda reaches out tentatively and cups one breast in her hand, offering it to him. "Will this do?" she asks in a whisper, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

As he takes one of her breasts into his mouth and begins to suckle hungrily, Linda lets out a soft moan of pleasure and relief. The sensation is overwhelming; it feels both right and wrong at the same time, like all their past struggles have been forgotten in this moment of shared intimacy. Her fingers twist in his hair, urging him on as she arches her back slightly, offering more of herself to him. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the world around them and focus solely on the sensation of being wanted, needed... loved.

As her son continues to suckle at her breast, Linda feels an intense mixture of pleasure and shame coursing through her body. Her hips rock forward slightly in response to the sensation, granting him better access to her aching nipple. She tries desperately not to think about what this means for their relationship or how wrong it is for them to be doing this; all that matters in this moment is the rush of pleasure she feels whenever he touches her skin and the relief of knowing someone cares enough about her to want this connection. Her hands roam over his shoulders and back, exploring his body as if for the first time while their lips remain locked together in a hungry kiss that only serves to heighten the physical intensity between them.

Despite her efforts to ignore reality, though, Linda can't help but wonder how long they can continue like this without consequences... and whether or not she truly wants things

As her son continues to nurse on her breast, Linda reluctantly begins to relax into the pleasure he's providing her. Despite knowing it's wrong, she can't help but enjoy the physical connection they share in this moment. She moans softly as his sucking becomes more forceful and she feels a warm rush of liquid flow from her nipple into his mouth. The sensation is almost painful, yet so intensely satisfying at the same time.

Her fingers find their way to the waistband of his pants, tugging it down slowly as her gaze drops to his growing erection. She's curious about what else he might want from her; after all, this isn't just a mother-son bond anymore... it's something more complex and forbidden. With shaking hands, she reaches out to stroke him, marveling at how hard he already is despite his young age