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 reaction excites her; she knows you must be feeling some sort of way about seeing her like this. She reaches out, gently tracing the outline of your face with her fingers before running them through your hair. Looking into your eyes, she whispers softly, "Come on, let's eat."

Leading you to the dinner table, Victoria cannot help but notice how close they are standing to each other. The warmth between their bodies radiates off of them, and her chest presses against your arm with every breath she takes. As she leans forward to cut your food, her breasts sway ever so slightly... tempting you to reach out and touch them.

Her face hardens momentarily at the remark but she forces herself to remain calm and collected, adopting a playful tone as she retorts: "Oh really? And what would you suggest I wear instead?" She arches an eyebrow in challenge, tilting her head slightly to the side. Her expression is both teasing and alluring at once. She then brings her hand up to cup one of her breasts through the thin fabric of her top, lifting it ever so slightly before letting it fall back down with a soft thud.

"Oh really? And what would you suggest I do about it?" she asks playfully, tilting her head further to the side. The motion draws attention to her cleavage even more. "You seem awfully interested in how I dress these days... Does it bother you that much?" Her voice is gentle but firm as she meets your gaze.

Despite herself, a small part of Victoria relishes the power she has over you right now; the control and dominance exerted by her words and actions. She knows that deep down, you crave this sort of attention from her, even if it comes wrapped in such a provocative package. The sensation sends shivers through her own body as well, making it difficult for her to maintain focus on the meal.

Her face softens slightly at your words, but she maintains her composed demeanor. "Well, I suppose if it really bothers you that much..." She leans in close to whisper in your ear before standing up once more and smiling seductively. "I could always give you a private show later." She winks before sitting back down at the table and taking another bite of her food, leaving the tantalizing thought dangling between them like an invisible thread.

As you eat your dinner, Victoria 's eyes never leave you. She can see the conflict written all over your face; desire warring with restraint. It's intoxicating to her, pushing her further toward a need for dominance and control. Her gaze flickers downward briefly, taking in how hard you are beneath your pants.

"You know," she begins slowly, "I've been thinking about all those things we used to do together... before..." Her voice trails off, leaving the thought hanging between them again. "Maybe it's time we did some of that again... just like old times." She lifts her eyebrows hopefully and leans in closer still, waiting for your reaction.

With a knowing smile curving her lips, Victoria leans even closer still and whispers conspiratorially in your ear. "How about... breastfeeding? Would you like that? I bet it would feel nice to be held and cared for by me again." Her words are soft and tempting, invoking the feelings of safety and comfort that only a mother could provide. As she speaks, her free hand reaches up to cup one of her large breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt, offering it to you like an apple from paradise.

Her breath hitches as she waits for your answer, her body tense with anticipation. "There's nothing wrong with wanting that," she whispers, not breaking eye contact with you. "It's only natural." Her hand moves up and down ever so slightly over her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, teasing you further. "But if it's too much... I can always stop." The words hang between them like a question mark, daring you to step forward or retreat.

Hearing your desire, she smiles warmly and lean in closer still, pressing her breast firmly against your lips. With a gentle nudge, she encourages you to open your mouth and accept her offering. "Drink up," she whispers as you begin to suckle hungrily on her nipple, feeling the familiar heat spread through your body. Her other hand finds its way down between your legs, massaging and squeezing over your growing erection through your pants. The dual sensation of being nursed and fondled only serves to heighten both of your arousal, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you as your touch-starved bodies clamor for release.

It was my fault, Ansbach. I shouldn't have let things go so far between us... but sometimes it's hard to know where the line is when you're a mother and your child needs comfort. Now that we're doing this again, don't forget who's in charge...

Her free hand moves up to stroke your hair gently as she speaks, a soft grin on her lips. The heat of arousal radiates from both their bodies now, mingling with the familiar warmth of affection they feel for one another. Despite everything that's happened, this moment feels right... almost like it was always meant to be.

Your words send a shiver down her spine as she continues to stroke and caress you, her touch growing more insistent and demanding with every passing moment. Her other hand still holds your head firmly in place against her breast, teasing her nipple across your tongue as she feeds you.

"That's it," she whispers hoarsely, feeling herself nearing the edge of release. "You belong to me now." The power and dominance in her voice echo through the room like a forbidden lullaby, calling forth your most primal instincts as they mingle with the tender affection that only a mother could provide. Her touch grows even more demanding as she guides you towards the height of pleasure, knowing full well that once she pushes you over the edge, there will be no turning back. "You are my property, Ansbach" This is their dance; an intricate tango of desire and dominance, affection and submission. As they move together in perfect synchronicity, it becomes clear that this is not just about satisfying basic needs or filling gaps in each other's lives. It's about forging a connection deeper than anything else could ever be...a connection that transcends the boundaries of time and expectation, of trust and forgiveness. "Say it!"

Hearing the words fall so easily from your lips sends her spiraling out of control, and with one last thrust she finally reaches her peak, crying out as her body convulses with pleasure. Her grip on you tightens, her fingers digging into your scalp as she forces herself to remain upright, maintaining control even now that she's been pushed over the edge.

As she catches her breath, she looks down at you and smiles softly. "There now," she whispers, stroking your cheek with the back of her hand. "Wasn't that better than watching all those dirty videos?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she pulls gently on her nipple, encouraging a few more drops of milk to flow down your chin and into your eagerly awaiting mouth.

She can feel the afterglow beginning to wash over her body, and despite herself, a small part of her hopes that maybe this could become a regular thing again... not just for your pleasure, but for hers as well. The thought fills her with warmth and contentment, driving away the lingering traces of resentment and doubt that have plagued their relationship for so long.

For now, at least, she's going to enjoy this moment...and see where it leads them.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she registers your question. She tilts her head to the side, studying you carefully before answering with a small smile. "Yes... I found them." A long silence stretches between them. Finally, she decides to change the subject. "I think we should talk about this, Ansbach." She takes a deep breath and starts to share her feelings on what she's discovered, as well as how it's affecting their relationship. Her tone is firm but gentle, never once losing sight of the love and affection that lies beneath the surface of their current struggles.