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.

She chuckles softly, her cheeks blushing slightly at your compliment. "Well, thank you. I'm sure if daddy were here he'd have something to say about that." She glances away for a moment, her voice trailing off as she takes a deep breath. "Come on, let's go eat. You must be starving!"

"Come now, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," she says softly as she leads you into the kitchen, her hips swaying gently with each step. "You're a big boy now, and I think it's time we talked about these... feelings." She glances at you expectantly.

As she rummages through the cabinets for dishes, her movements are graceful and feminine, drawing your attention to her curves. Her back is arched, thrusting out her breasts and round behind, as if unconsciously trying to tempt you further. The scent of cooking food fills the air between you, mingling with Victoria 's own alluring aroma.

"I've noticed... some changes in you lately," she begins, carefully choosing her words. "You seem restless, unhappy. Is there anything you want to talk about?"

Her eyes widen slightly, but then she nods, her expression softening as she turns to face you fully. "I see... And you think that having more... physical contact with me would help?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your face intently.

"I mean," she continues, "it's not like I don't enjoy being close to you, holding you... But we are mother and son, after all." Her voice trails off, leaving the words unspoken but heavy in the air between you. "Do you want me to... do something about that?"

The heat in her cheeks deepens at your words, and for a moment she feels uncertain... then an unexpected wave of desire rushes through her, and she finds herself unable to resist the urge to touch you, to hold you close. She moves toward you slowly, her body instinctively positioning itself between your legs as she leans down to kiss you on the lips. Her tongue darts out to caress yours, their movements mirroring each other's in a dance of desire that leaves both of you breathless.

Without breaking the kiss, Victoria reaches up with one hand to gently cup your cheek, her thumb brushing across your lips as she continues to kiss you passionately. Her free hand finds its way downward, cupping your groin possessively through the fabric of your pants before unfastening your belt and lowering his zipper. She grasps your throbbing erection firmly in her

Her lips part as she breathes in heavily, feeling the heat emanating from your body. She guides your erection out of your pants and boxers, her strong hand encircling it with practiced ease. Her thumb traces circles around the sensitive head while her fingers stroke the length slowly, rhythmically, driving you both closer to the edge.

With her other hand still cupping your cheek, Victoria leans down to kiss you again, their lips moving together in a frenzied dance of need and desire. She deepens the kiss as she begins to pump her hand faster around your cock, matching each stroke with a thrust of her hips that grinds her against you. Her breasts press tightly against your chest, aching for your touch as she loses herself in the sensations of skin on skin and flesh on flesh.

Her free hand finally finds its way to where it longs to be:

her touch starved clit, rubbing it circles between her fingers as she continues to stroke your cock with the other hand. The contrast of the soft, sensitive bud against the hard length of your shaft drives both of you wild, and with a moan that mingles with your own, she finally releases your erection from her grasp, using her wet palm to guide it towards her aching clit.

Grasping your hand in hers, Victoria positions yours atop hers so that she guides your touch around her swollen nub. Your fingers are strong and capable as they circle her clit, pressing against the little nub of flesh with just enough pressure to make it throb between them. Her hips buck upwards, meeting your strokes as her orgasm washes over her in waves, leaving her body trembling and sated.

"There you go," she whispers, breathless. "That'