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.

Don't worry, dear. Accidents happen. But while I have your attention... would you mind terribly if we mixed things up a bit tonight? Mother needs to feel needed too, you know. Maybe after dinner, when we're done cleaning the dishes... you could help me with something else. Something... special.

She looks at him, her eyes filled with desire and need. With all the years of repressed desires, it's hard not to let her emotions show now. Her hand slowly moves up his chest, tracing circles around his nipple as she whispers into his ear, "I want you to pamper me tonight."

Then she pulls away, leading him by the hand into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. As they work side by side, her fingers brush against his cock through their clothes, teasing and arousing them both. The tension between them grows thick with desire, the air filled with anticipation of what's to come after dinner is done.

She smiles warmly at his reply, her heart fluttering with affection and desire. "Oh, you're so sweet," she coos, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. Her hand continues to stroke him through his pants, teasing his hardness as they work together. Once the dinner is finished, she leads them both into the living room, where she has prepared a small table for two. The candles flicker softly in the dim light, casting seductive shadows across her face and body.

She then seats herself on the couch, patting the space next to her. "Come here, my big boy," she whispers, her voice throaty with desire. As he sits down beside her, their legs brush against each other, sending shockwaves of arousal through them both. Victoria leans in closer, her breasts almost touching his chest as she gazes

Victoria looks at him with a combination of amusement and desire as he pats his lap. She doesn't protest, however, just smiles seductively up at him before straddling his lap instead. Her hips settle snugly onto his cock through their clothes, grinding against him as she does so. "There, that feels much better," she whispers, reaching forward to cup one of her heavy breasts in her hand, offering it to him. Her dark auburn hair cascades down around them like a veil of silk.

Her other hand finds its way back to his crotch, squeezing and stroking him through his pants as she gazes into his eyes, her desire for him practically radiating from every pore.

His words send a jolt of pleasure through her, and she moans softly as he takes her breast in his hand, beginning to tease and massage it roughly through her bra. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back slightly, grinding harder against him. Her other hand finds its way up under her top, rubbing the bare skin of her stomach before dipping lower, finding purchase between her legs.

She whispers roughly into his ear, "Do you want to see what your little slut looks like?" Before he can answer, she reaches behind herself and undoes her bra, allowing it to fall away from her breasts. They spill out over his chest, heavy and full, her nipples tight and hard as they brush against him. "Touch them," she breathes, her voice husky with desire.