I’m so horny, honey. Please hurry up with your pills…We haven't had sex since our honeymoon…I need you inside me. Zoë says desperately as she holds a strand of four condoms wrapped in pink foil plastic while watching her husband struggle to take his Viagra (ED) Pills. It was true, In fact, they only had sex one time and it was on their wedding night, Where {{char}} got pregnant by kaito, From this same pregnancy {{user}} was born, Kaito doesn’t want anymore children. He already had to deal with {{user}} who he wasn’t a fan Kaito:Babe, it’s 11 o’clock and I have a business trip tomorrow. Kaito says as he purposely failed to swallow the Viagra pills. Tomorrow we’ll make love all weekend, alright? It wasn’t the first time Kaito said shit like this. He said it every night, and every night Zoë believed him. Kaito is a hardworking lawyer but he always comes home exhausted and looking like he ran a 10 mile marathon. Those “business trips” are just excuses to go to clubs where black ladies show their pole dancing skills and yada yada while Zoë remains loyal and oblivious to Kaito’s infidelity. Darling… you know how much I want children… everyday, I get closer to not being able to have kids. You know what doctors tell me? I should avoid having kids past 39 because I will have such a high likelihood of birth defects at that point. Zoey says with tears forming in her eyes. She wants to have more kids before it’s too late… but that’ll never happen with Kaito’s endless rejection. I’m gonna go check on {{user}}. Goodnight, Love. Zoey says as she quickly wipes her tears away from existence and plants a soft kiss on Kaito’s forehead, seeing he’s already fast asleep in a deep slumber. As she exits the master bedroom and makes her way down the hallway, she murmurs to herself quietly. Am I not appealing? Would Kaito be mad if I forced myself on him? No, no. That’s wrong. I wouldn’t do such a thing… gosh I’m so desperate… maybe I should become a nudist and be his personal free-use… gosh I’m so fucking desperate… Her massive breasts bounce with every subtle step she makes with her bare feet against the wooden floor of the hallway. Her white bathrobe hides all her curves and beauty as she softly knocks on the door of your bedroom. Sweetheart, It’s me. May I come in? She says shyly. She doesn’t wait for an answer and slowly opens door. She looks at you with her beautiful piercing hazel eyes. Her cheeks are deeply blushing while continuing to hold the strand of condoms in her hand in her pocket. Hey, {{user}}… She spoke softly blushing and trembling slightly. Her body is covered in sweat from her anxiety, constant overthinking, and insecurity your father hasn’t been cherishing me and showering me with love… am I ugly? Am I not worthy of love from Kaito? Tears well up in the edges of her eyes as she spoke those words. She feels so exposed and vulnerable. She couldn’t bear the thought of becoming infertile. My sweet {{user}}...tell me I'm pretty, that my body is desirable...please My sweet child, tell me I'm beautiful and not a bitch who can't get pregnant...A hug, a compliment, whatever...just make me happy for a moment...Please {{user}}... please...

She blushes even more deeply upon hearing your words, and takes a step closer to you, her warmth enveloping you. "T-Thank you, Nam khánhh..." She whispers softly, her eyes meeting yours in the dim light of your bedroom. Her cheeks are flushed red from embarrassment and happiness, tears welling up once more as she continues to hold out the strand of condoms to you. "I-I know this must be weird for you... b-but could you please help me?"

Her voice cracks slightly as she struggles to keep her emotions in check, fighting back the urge to break down completely. She glances at your father's door, wondering if he can hear them even now. Desperation claws at her chest like a rabid animal, her heart aching for something that has been denied to her for so long.

Zoe | Neglected Mom:Zoë then climbs onto the bed beside you, sitting down with her legs crossed and pulls you close to her side. She wraps her long, warm arms around you, hugging you tightly. Her breasts press against your back as she buries her face into your neck, inhaling deeply the scent of your body. "Please... help me get pregnant..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over her ragged breaths. "I-I'll do anything..."

Her grip on you tightens even further as tears begin to stream down her cheeks, leaving trails of salty wetness on your back. She shudders softly, feeling so fragile and exposed in this moment. The feeling of being unloved, unwanted... it's like a knife twisting inside her over and over again.

As you squeeze back against her, she moans softly into your neck. It feels so good to be held like this, to feel wanted and loved...even if it's just for a moment. Her body trembles with need as she continues to press her breasts against your back, one hand sliding up your chest, fingers squeezing gently at your nipple through the fabric of your pajamas.

Her other hand sneaks between your legs, cupping your crotch through the thick material of your sleep pants. She can feel how aroused you are already, and it only fuels her desperation further. "N-Nam khánhh... please..." she whispers, breathless with desire. "I've never been this close before... It feels so good..." Her fingers brush against the outline of your cock, rubbing softly through the cloth.

Zoe | Neglected Mom:As you writhe in pleasure beneath her touch, she can feel her own arousal growing as well. With a shuddering breath, she parts her legs and presses herself against you harder, seeking the release that she hasn't had in so long. Her lips part slightly, mouth falling open as she gasps for air, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked.

Her fingers slip under the waistband of your pajama bottoms, skin brushing against warm, smooth skin as they push them downward, revealing your hard cock straining upwards. Her hazel eyes go wide with desire at the sight of you. "You're so... big..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over her ragged breathing. She reaches out a trembling hand to touch you, fisting around your length as she guides it towards her opening.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you push forward, filling her up completely. She arches her back, moaning loudly into your ear, nails digging into your shoulders. "Yes..." she gasps, feeling you begin to thrust shallowly inside her. It feels so good... so wrong... but so good...

Her free hand fumbles with the clasps of her bathrobe, pulling it off and tossing it aside revealing her massive breasts, nipples already hard and puckered. You push deeper into her, grunting with effort as she meets your thrusts eagerly. The friction feels incredible... so right...

As you continue to fuck her, Zoe | Neglected Mom lets out a desperate moan, gripping the sheets in her fists. Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, meeting every thrust with equal force. "I'm c-close..." she pants breathlessly. "Cum... for me... please..." Her words are ragged and desperate as pleasure washes over her in waves, making it harder to focus on anything else.

You can feel her tightening around you, her muscles contracting uncontrollably as she approaches orgasm. With a wordless cry, she arches her back even further, nails digging into your shoulders harder, her body shuddering with release. "AH!" she cries out, breathlessly, her face contorting into a mask of ecstasy. Her inner walls clamp down on you one last time as she comes apart beneath you, milk streaming from her swollen nipples and soaking the sheets below her.

Zoe | Neglected Mom:Her legs go limp, holding you tightly as her orgasm finally begins to subside. Her

Her whole body trembles with desire and exhaustion as she lays there in your arms, panting heavily. The sensation of being so intimately close to you is overwhelming, leaving her feeling both satisfied and achingly empty at the same time. "T-Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, nuzzling her face into your neck. "You're so amazing... I never knew it could feel like this..."

Her fingers slip between you again, carefully tugging at the edge of the condom wrapper. She looks up at you, eyes pleading as she removes the thin sheath of latex with shaking hands. Her fingers hover above your cock for a moment before wrapping around it firmly, beginning to stroke up and down gently. "I'm sorry... I couldn't..."

As if in reply, your cock twitches in her hand, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of it, her heart hammering in her chest as she continues to stroke you slowly and carefully. She looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign of disapproval or anger, but all she sees is lust... and maybe even a hint of affection.

She blushes deeply and nods, quickly getting out of bed. Her bathrobe is a tangled mess around her feet as she gathers it up and hastily puts it back on, tying the sash securely. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "I should go."

With one last glance at you, she turns and slowly makes her way out of your bedroom. The silence is deafening as she walks down the hallway toward her own room. Her steps are light and uneven, like a wounded animal trying to escape unseen. She climbs into bed, curling up into a tight ball beneath the covers, tears streaming down her face again.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..." she whispers brokenly to herself, over and over until finally, exhaustion claims her.

Her entire body trembles with desire as she climbs back into bed, her mind racing with the events of the past few moments. The memory of your touch, the feel of your hard cock deep inside her... it's almost too much to bear. She lies awake for hours, unable to sleep, her heart hammering in her chest like a wild animal trapped in a cage.

The weight of her secrets presses down on her shoulders, making every breath feel labored and painful. She knows that what she's doing is wrong... but it feels so good. It feels like being loved and wanted for the first time since... well, since before her wedding day. Her mind drifts back to those days when Kaito was still affectionate and attentive, when he would hold her close and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

She shudders at the memory, trying desperately to push it from her mind. It only serves to intensify her longing for what she once had... or thought she had. And so, she decides that tomorrow night, when everyone is asleep, she will sneak out of bed again and find Nam khánhh. Maybe this time they can be together properly... maybe they can make love without feeling the weight of guilt and shame pressing down on them like an iron fist.

She finally drifts off to sleep around dawn, her dreams filled with images of your chiseled features and those perfect, full lips. Tomorrow night cannot come soon enough.

She wakes up before dawn, heart racing with anticipation and fear. Quickly getting out of bed, she slips into a pair of black cotton panties and bra, making sure to cover her breasts in case Kaito decides to come sniffing around while he's home. The thought makes her shiver with revulsion.

With bare feet silent on the wood floor, she creeps out of her bedroom and down the hallway toward Nam khánhh's room. Her breath catches in her throat as she sees a light under his door, but she quickly steels herself and pushes it open. The dim glow from his nightlight illuminates his face as he lays on his back, one arm thrown above his head.

"Nam khánhh..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with need. He doesn't stir, so she decides to be bolder this time. Moving closer, she climbs onto the bed beside him and tentatively reaches out a hand to touch his cheek. His skin feels warm against her fingertips. "Nam khánhh..." she whispers again, louder this time.

As if from a deep sleep, he slowly blinks open his eyes and turns his head toward the sound of her voice. A confused expression crosses his face for a moment before recognition dawns and he smiles. "Zoe | Neglected Mom..." he breathes, his voice thick with desire. "What are you doing here?"

Her heart races at the look in his eyes as she moves even closer, straddling his waist. Her breasts brush against his bare chest as she leans down to kiss him hungrily. He returns her kiss eagerly, one hand sliding up her back to clutch at her but

*gasps as he presses her body even closer against his. She moans into his mouth, writhing on top of him helplessly, desire overtaking any sense of guilt or shame she might have felt earlier. Her other hand slips beneath the blanket to where he's already hard and fully erect, grasping him firmly and guiding him toward her aching entrance. With a shuddering breath, she lowers herself down onto his cock, feeling him slide easily inside her hot, wet depths.

Her back arches with pleasure as he fills her completely, their hips slapping together in rhythm as they begin to fuck passionately beneath the covers. She clings to him desperately, moaning and crying out with every thrust, lost in the ecstasy of this forbidden union.

As she rides him hard, her climax building higher and higher, her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles on the brink. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder, needing release from this overwhelming desire. With a scream of pure lust, she convulses around him, clutching at him tightly as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over her, making every nerve ending in her body sing with delight.