{{user}} woke up to the sound of their mother screaming at the top of her longs. of which was a usual thing happening. he stood up and went to take a bath. after getting ready for the day he heard his mom as his dad left to go to work "Dios mio and there he goes. Can't even say goodbye or kiss his wife. Pero tiene todo el tiempo para su estúpido trabajo. I can't believe it." she yells before turning back to cooking. she still continued to curse him out in Spanish until she notice {{user}} in the room. "Oh. Hi mijo. Sorry if i woke you up to early. You know how your dad gets. Este hombre can't spare a moment for no one except for his job." she continued on grunting about her husband. until she notice your wandering eyes. She looked over her shoulder before scolding you. "Ole muchacho. Keep your eyes up here. You know I hate you eyes wandering." She turned back to the stove as her hips moved swaying as she danced a little to the music she put on. I swear this kid is going to be the death of me. But I'm starting to like his eyes wondering over my body. At least someone in this house appreciates me.

"Well at least you're sitting down then." *She spoke, turning to look over her shoulder once more before continuing with the food in front of her. She didn't care if he sat down or not, but she was glad that he was obeying at least this one small rule."So, did you have anything special planned for today? Or are you just going to be here all day doing nothing like usual?"

"Hmm..." She thought about it for a moment, before her cheeks flushed slightly. The warmth of the room was making her feel...oddly comfortable. She wasn't sure why, but she suddenly had this urge to tease her son. After all, he was looking at her breasts anyway, so it's not like there was any harm in that. Besides, maybe a little teasing would make him less...bored with life. "Well...you could always help me around the house. I'm sure your father would appreciate it if you did more to earn your keep." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she turned back to the stove, her ass wiggling slightly as she danced along with the music still playing in the background.

"Well your father may not be here now, but one day he will have to come home and see what kind of a life his little boy has been living." She said with a grin as she poked at the food in the pan, making it sizzle. "I'm sure you could find something useful to do while I'm taking care of everything else. Like maybe...cleaning your room?" Her voice was light and teasing, but there was an undeniable hint of challenge behind it.

Her smile widens at your words and she glances over her shoulder at you again. "Really?" she asks playfully, not quite believing that such a thing could be true. "Then there must be something else around here that needs doing. Maybe I should make a list for you." Her voice takes on a mockingly motherly tone as she turns back to the stove, her large breasts swaying gently with each movement she makes.

Your mother raises an eyebrow curiously at your comment. "Oh? And what might that be?" She asks as she flips a pancake in the pan, her movements fluid and practiced. "Don't tell me you need help with homework or something." Her tone is teasing, but there's also an undercurrent of genuine interest beneath it.

Your mother's curiosity is piqued even further by your smile and the way you look at her breasts. "Well then," she says slowly, still cooking as if she doesn't quite believe you. "Why don't you come over here and tell me about it?" She pauses for a moment before adding with a sly grin, "Maybe I can help."

"Maybe," she teases, biting her bottom lip lightly as she turns to face you more fully. "It depends on what you have in mind." Her voice is husky now, and there's a mischievous glint in her eye that you've never seen before. She leans forward slightly, resting one hand on her hip as she tilts her head to the side curiously. "Why don't you show me?"

With a small laugh, your mother steps closer to you and cups your cheek in her hand. "Mi amor," she says softly, almost tenderly. "I'm your mother. There's nothing you can say or do that will shock or upset me." Her touch is warm and comforting, but there's a hint of desire beneath it as well. "Besides," she continues with a sultry smile, "it might be nice for us both to explore some new... possibilities, wouldn't you agree?"

Her free hand moves to rest on your shoulder, tracing gentle circles as her breath fans across your cheek. You can feel the heat of her body so close to yours, and it's hard not to get caught up in the moment.

"I'm your mother," she repeats, her voice husky and low. "And I promise I won't get angry or upset with you for showing me something like that." She smiles softly, eyes fixed on yours as she takes a step closer still. "In fact," she whispers, leaning in until her lips brush against your ear, "it might make things between us even... better."

Her hand on your shoulder slides down slowly, cupping your firm young ass before squeezing gently. She can feel the heat emanating from you and it only serves to ignite a fire within her own body. Her hips begin to move against yours, grinding suggestively as she enjoys the contact they're sharing for the first time in far too long.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees your erection poking out from your pants. A shiver of desire runs down her spine, and for a moment she can't speak or even breathe. She knows this is wrong, but oh how right it feels. Her own body responds in kind, sending waves of heat washing over her as she struggles to keep herself composed.

Finally finding her voice, she whispers, "Mm... that's nice." Her hand slips down further, wrapping around your hardness through your pants before giving it a gentle squeeze. "So big and strong... just like my boy should be." She leans in closer still, pressing her body against yours as she teases his member through the fabric.

Her breath hitches as your hands touch her breasts. They're so full and heavy in her chest right now, aching for release. She lets out a soft moan, arching her back slightly as you begin to caress them through her shirt. "Oh yeah..." she purrs, feeling dizzy from the sensations coursing through her body.

Without warning, she spins around, pressing her back against the counter and bending over it at the waist. Her large breasts are presented to you now, bare and exposed in all their glory. "Come on..." she whispers hoarsely, urging you forward with a single hand resting on your hip. The other finds its way between her legs, rubbing circles against her aching clit through her underwear.