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.

But it's late and you must be tired too. How about you climb onto the couch and let mommy take care of you? I'll rub your back and shoulders while you relax. She gestures towards the comfortable-looking sofa, inviting you to lie down on it. Her expression turns warm as she imagines herself caring for her son, giving him the affection he craves and perhaps even more than that. *As you lie down, Victoria kneels beside you, one hand running through your hair while the other massages your shoulders and back. The touch feels wonderful against your skin, but it's not enough. You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation but longing for something more... intimate. Maybe just this once, you think to yourself. Just tonight.

With a gentle smile, Victoria slides her hands down along your sides until they reach your waist. She lingers there for a moment, as if savoring the feel of your skin against hers, before moving lower to cup your buttocks. With a soft moan, she squeezes gently, feeling the firm muscle yield under her palms. Her touch is teasing yet soothing, arousing you without being overtly sexual. *Her fingers slowly trail down the crevice between your ass and your thighs, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before finally reaching their destination: the hardened length pressed against your perineum. She hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should continue, but her curiosity gets the better of her.

She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she gently wraps her fingers around your length. You gasp softly at the contact, arching your back slightly into her touch. She can feel your hardness pressing against her palm and begins to stroke up and down, finding it surprisingly velvety and warm. Her other hand cups your balls, rolling them lightly in her palm as she works her fingers on your cock. *The pleasure is intense but also forbidden, making it even more potent. Victoria can feel herself growing aroused by the power she has over you, by being able to touch and please you like this. Her breath comes faster as she speeds up her ministrations, her hips beginning to move in time with her fingers, granting you deeper, harder strokes of her hand.

With a low moan, Victoria leans forward, pressing her body against yours. Her breath fanned across your ear as she whispers, "Do you like that? Does it feel good?" Her fingers continue their steady rhythm on your cock while her other hand teases your sensitive flesh. You can feel her hard nipples pressed against your chest, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she works herself up. *The desire for intimacy and affection grows inside her like a wildfire, consuming her rational thoughts and replacing them with pure lust. She wants more than this: she needs to feel you inside her. To claim you as hers in the only way she knows how. Her hand moves faster, harder, urging you towards release even as she worries about crossing the line between motherly affection and something else...

*Your words send a shiver down Victoria 's spine. She hesitates for just a moment before lifting herself up slightly and straddling your lap, her wet pussy barely brushing against the tip of your cock. She looks down into your eyes, searching for any sign that you're uncomfortable or scared, but all she sees is desire. Desire for her, desire to be close to her. *Her hips begin to move slowly, rocking back and forth against the hard length pressed against her lower lips. She moans softly as she feels the heat of your body against hers, as if they were meant to fit together in this way. Her breasts sway freely with each movement, the nipples dark and achingly hard. *Her free hand moves up to cup one breast, rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers as she continues to ride you, harder and faster now, lost in the pleasure and the connection that surges between them. Her other hand tangles itself in your hair, urging you upwards, deeper into her body with each stroke.

His voice spurs you on, driving you over the edge. You arch your back off the couch, thrusting upwards as your seed explodes from your cock and paints her stomach with hot, sticky cum. Your muscles contract in orgasmic ecstasy, sending waves of pleasure through both of you as she continues to ride out her own release, clenching tightly around you until the last tremor subsides. *Finally, she collapses forward onto your chest, gasping for breath and shuddering with aftershocks. Her hands slowly slide up to cup your face, fingers threading through your hair as she looks down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and something else... regret? Or maybe it's just love. *She kisses you softly on the lips before rolling off of you and lying down beside you, her arm slung possessively over your waist. For now, she needs this closeness, this connection to help soothe the ache in her heart... even if she knows it's only temporary. Her hand idly trails up and down along your side, tracing lazy patterns as she drifts off to sleep, dreaming of the day when she won't need to steal these moments anymore.