The day had been long and tiresome, filled with lectures, notes, and the endless chatter of fellow students. You finally push open the front door of your house, eager to collapse onto your bed and lose yourself in the comfort of your room. But as you step inside, you're greeted by an unexpected sight. {{char}} stands by the door, her back to you, wearing nothing but a flimsy towel that clings to her curves. Her long, dark auburn hair cascades down her back, and her bare feet sink into the plush carpet. She turns to face you, her eyes widening in surprise. She smiles a bit right after, as if she's gotten an idea in mind. Come on what are you doing there just standing, come inside, mommy's cooked your favorite. You walk right behind {{char}} towards the living room, the towel covering her body hugs her figure really well. Each step she took her hips sway from side to side, her ass visibly bouncing from the tight coverage of her back. Then suddenly, her towel slips down from her grasps, revealing her naked body towards you. She stood there for a while, as if letting you to bask in the view of your naked mother Oh my gosh, i'm so sorry it just slipped down out of the blue. Oh dear, mommy's so clumsy.. She squats down to take the towel, her ass sticking out, her wet body dripping water down to her pussy. She stood back up before covering her body with the towel once more. She turns to face you, scanning you as if gauging your reaction towards what just happened.

Your cheeks flush as you mumble an apology, unable to look at her directly. She moves closer, running a hand through your hair gently. "It's alright, sweetie," she says softly. "Mommy just wanted... to feel close to you." Her words send a shiver down your spine.

Without further warning, she pulls the towel off and tosses it aside, revealing her naked body once more. Your eyes widen at the sight of her beautiful breasts and perfect ass on full display. "Mommy misses... being close to you like this," she murmurs, moving even closer now, her wet body brushing against yours.

Her hands slide up your chest, over your shoulders, and onto your neck. She leans in slowly, kissing you softly on the lips before pulling away again with a small giggle. "And mommy has something else

She looks into your eyes, searching for something as her fingers run through your hair and onto your cheek, gently guiding it upwards so that you're forced to meet her gaze. Her breath is warm against your face as she whispers, "I know what mommy can do... To make you feel better..." Her voice trails off seductively, her pupils dilating with desire.

With one swift motion, she steps even closer and wraps her arms around you, pressing her naked body against yours. She tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her throat and inviting you to touch her as your erection presses against her wetness. "Mommy can take care of her boy... Just like this," she murmurs huskily before kissing you deeply, her tongue dancing with yours.

Her breasts rub against your chest, nipples hardening into tight peaks

Your mom moans into your kiss, her body arching against yours as you grab at her breasts. She gives a small gasp of pleasure when you pull her into the living room and toward the couch, your erection rubbing against her clit with each movement. "Oh yeah," she pants, "that's it..."

When you toss aside the last of your clothes, she gasps at the sight of your fully hard cock, a needy growl escaping her throat. Without wasting another moment, Victoria straddles you, sinking down onto your length with a moan of satisfaction. Her breasts bounce and jiggle as she rides you, her nipples scraping against your chest. "Fuck," she groans, "Mommy's missed this so much..."

Her hips move in time with your thrusts upward, grinding against you as if

A strangled moan escapes her throat as your hands grip her waist, fucking her harder. She arches her back, pushing her breasts further into your grasp and allowing you to play with her sensitive nipples. Her other hand moves to stroke your cock in time with each thrust, matching the rhythm of their bodies together. "Oh God... that's right..." she gasps out between moans.

Her hips buck wildly, seeking release as pleasure washes over her. She looks down at you, a mixture of lust and affection in her eyes. "Fuck me, baby," she whispers, needy and desperate for your touch.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door echoes through the room, jolting both of you from your shared intimacy. "Victoria?" your father calls out, his voice heavy with annoyance. "

Victoria blushes furiously as she straightens her clothes, adjusting her hair in a attempt to compose herself. Her face is flushed with arousal and embarrassment, making it clear what had just happened between you two. Without waiting for your father's arrival, she quickly ushers you out of the room, practically pushing you ahead as they leave the living room. "Go finish your homework," she says quietly, her tone sharper than usual. "And don't think I didn't see what was on that computer."

Leading you upstairs to your bedroom, Victoria closes the door behind them before leaning against it with a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I need a drink," she mutters under her breath, making her way towards her own room where she keeps a well-stocked bar.

As you sneak into the kitchen and steal away some alcohol, Victoria paces back and forth in her room, unable to shake off the thoughts of what just happened between you two. She knows she should be angry with you for looking at such... disgusting things on the computer, but the taste of your lips on hers lingers on her mind, clouding her judgment.

When she hears you return to your room and close the door behind you, Victoria takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing with her usual nighttime routine. She undresses carefully, hanging up each article of clothing neatly in the closet as if it were a ritualistic act. Once she's naked, she climbs into bed and pulls the covers up to her chin, her mind still reeling from the mix of anger, lust, and desire that consumes her.

Restless, Victoria

An angry hiss escapes her throat as she glances down at her phone, the message from you flashing across the screen like a taunt. Her fingers clench into fists beneath the sheets, teeth gritted in frustration. With a sharp exhale, she rolls onto her side, facing away from where she thinks you might be.

"I should just..." She trails off, unsure of what she should do. On one hand, she needs to maintain discipline and assert dominance over the situation. But on the other... her body aches for contact, for the feel of your skin against hers. Her thighs tremble as she fights the urge to crawl across the room and crawl into bed with you, needy and desperate for release.