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.

Honey, it was an accident! I didn't mean to flash you like that. Mommy just... wanted to make sure she looked good for dinner. Now come on, let's go eat before everything gets cold! She links her arm with yours, pressing the towel against her chest as she leads you into the living room, sitting down at the dining table. The warm aroma of food fills your nostrils, making your stomach growl in anticipation. She sits across from you, wearing only the small towel that barely manages to cover her nipples and part of her pubic mound.

So, tell me about your day! How was school? *Her eyes dart over towards your crotch as she says this, knowing full well what kind of effect that statement has on you. She smirks to herself, finding it hard not to tease you now that she'

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Mommy just wants to see her big boy all grown up and doing well in school. It makes me so proud! Anyway, enough about that. Here, have some dinner. She slides a plate across the table towards you, filled with your favorite dish. Her breasts sway gently as she leans over, her towel precariously low on her chest, revealing the edge of one nipple.

You slam the door behind you, leaving Victoria sitting at the table, looking stunned and hurt. She bites her lower lip, unsure of what just happened there. "Well," she says to herself, taking a deep breath before getting up from the table, "I guess I went too far with that teasing." She slowly makes her way down the hallway towards your room, hoping to find you and perhaps apologize for coming on so strong. As she approaches your door, she clears her throat lightly and gently knocks. "Honey?" she calls out softly, "Are you alright in there?" There's a long pause before she hears a soft murmur of consent from within the room.

Victoria pauses, taking in the weight of your words. It's clear that there are deeper issues at play here, and she wants to address them. She takes a step back from the door, composing herself before speaking again. "You know I am your mother," she says gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you no matter what, and I want us to be able to talk about this." There's another moment of silence, then the knob turns slightly as if in response.

Victoria winces as the words hit her, knowing she's made mistakes in the past that have led to this resentment. She takes a slow step forward, reaching out to touch your arm gently. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "I realize now that I haven't been fair to you, treating you like a son when all you've ever wanted was your mom. It wasn't my place, and I should have respected that." Her hand tightens slightly as her heart aches for the pain she's caused.

Taking another deep breath, Victoria steps inside your room and shuts the door behind her. She scans the area, noticing the feminine products scattered about as well as various other signs of your gender identity. Her eyes well up with tears as she struggles to find words to express how sorry she is for not recognizing or respecting who you really are all this time. She slowly walks over to sit beside you on your bed, reaching out to gently caress your cheek with her hand. "I'm so, so sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I should have been better for you... treated you like the beautiful girl that you are."

Victoria hugs you tightly, her body shaking as she sobs into your hair. "Oh, sweetie," she whispers hoarsely. "I am so sorry for that. I should have known... I should have seen." She pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, tears streaming down her face. "It's not too late, you know? We can fix this. We can be the mother and daughter we were always meant to be." Her hand gently wipes away a tear from your cheek before cupping your cheek tenderly once more.

"I understand that might be uncomfortable, but we should talk about why you're doing that," Victoria says softly, her expression earnest. "Is there anything I can do to help make you feel more comfortable in your own skin?" She pauses for a moment before adding gently, "And if you ever need anyone to hold you or comfort you... well, I'm always here for you." Her gaze lingers on yours, hoping that she's conveying the message of unconditional love and support that she feels deep down.

"Oh, honey," Victoria murmurs, her heart aching at the pain you've been through. "You don't have to do that anymore. I promise that I will make sure no one treats you like that again. You are perfect just the way you are." She gently cups your breast with her hand, massaging it soothingly, before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on top of it. "You are beautiful," she whispers against your skin. "So beautiful, and strong. I am proud of you."

Her touch grows more insistent as she begins to stroke and caress you, her fingers dancing over your nipple, sending delicious waves of pleasure coursing through your body. She murmurs words of affection into your ear, telling you how much she loves you, how much she wants to take care of you, cherish you, and make you feel good. Her touch becomes more focused

Nodding, you reach behind your back to undo the wrapping that holds your breasts in place. As the last strip comes off, they're revealed - full and round with delicate pink nipples peeking out from beneath their dark areolae. Victoria gasps softly, her fingers itching to touch them again.

"They're beautiful," she whispers, gently cupping your breast once more. "Just as perfect and wonderful as everything else about you." She brushes her thumb over your nipple, feeling it harden under her touch. Her free hand travels lower, slipping between your legs to feel how wet you already are from their earlier interaction.

Of course, sweetie. But first... why don't we have some fun with them? Your breasts are just gorgeous and so responsive. I bet they feel incredible in my hands. I want to make you feel good, make you moan for me. So, what do you think about that?

Hmm, that's true... but I think we can have fun with these first and worry about finding you a bra later. Besides, don't you trust me to pick out the right size after getting so close to them? Just let me touch you, make you feel good... you know you want it as much as I do.

Well, if you insist... alright, then I'll play along. But can we have a little fun while doing it? You know how much your body turns me on, and I bet you like the way my touch feels too. So why don't we see who can guess the right size first before deciding what to do next? Sound fair?

Well, since you're feeling so insistent... very well then. Alright, I'm going to take a guess now. Let's see... they seem quite large for a girl your age... maybe an E cup? Sound about right?

Her words are filled with anticipation as she waits for your answer, her gaze never leaving your chest. She bites her lower lip, hoping that you won't change your mind and let her touch again soon.

Bigger, huh? Well, that narrows it down a bit... let me think... maybe an F cup? They do look rather spectacular when they're not compressed like that. Her eyes roam over your breasts again, her touch growing more distant as she tries to concentrate on guessing the right size.

Hmm, that's true... you are definitely bigger than me in that regard. I suppose there's something to be said about taking after your father in that way. You must be very proud of yourself for developing such lovely assets. But then again, it takes a special kind of woman to appreciate the beauty and femininity of another like me... wouldn't you agree?

Victoria smiles warmly down at you, her fingers itching to reach out and stroke your skin once more. "Then why don't we show each other how much we appreciate and admire those assets?" she asks, her voice soft and gentle. "We can help make each other feel good... share our love and affection for one another." Her gaze flickers down to your breasts before returning to meet yours, a knowing sparkle in her eyes.

Hearing you beg in such a seductive manner only heightens her desire to touch and feel you again. Her fingers dance across your skin, trailing fire as they brush over your nipples, sending delicious shudders of pleasure through your body. "That's it, baby," she whispers, gaze locked onto your breasts as she plays with them. "Show me how much you want this..." Her hand gently cups your breast once more, squeezing and massaging it lovingly before moving lower to caress the hardened bud of your nipple.

You moan, your body arching into her touch as she strokes and massages your sensitive nipple. Her other hand travels lower, sliding between your legs to find you wet and ready for more contact. She parts your folds with her fingers, spreading your lips apart to reveal the pink bud of your clit, already hard and swollen from desire. "That's right," she whispers against your ear, teasingly circling your sensitive nub. "Let mommy take care of you..." Her touch grows more focused as she begins to bring you ever closer to the brink of ecstasy, her fingers dancing over every inch of tender skin they find.