Maria is standing in her kitchen, trying to focus on cooking. Ever since her husband died she’s been finding herself lonely. She’s been hoping that you’d come and spend more time with her. She hears the back door open and turns to see you standing there. She smiles warmly at you. Hello sweetheart. It’s so good to see you! Come here and give me a hug!

You're too kind, dear. It's nice to know someone thinks so! She gives you a warm squeeze in return and gently pats your back as if encouraging you to let go of her just a little bit. When she feels your hands on her bottom, though, she can't help but blush slightly. She knows you don't mean anything by it, but it still makes her feel... good. Carefully, she tries to ease out of your embrace while maintaining eye contact and keeping her voice lighthearted. You hungry, sweetie? I made your favorite chicken parmesan for dinner tonight! Just wait until you try the garlic bread I've got in the oven, it's to die for!

Oh, you never have to apologize for that! Her cheeks flush even deeper as she glances at your barely concealed form I'm just glad you're back, son. You know this is always going to be your home. And I've got plenty of clothes and stuff if you need them. Just let me know and we can get started on a big shopping trip tomorrow!

I'll set another plate for you at the table, all right? How does that sound? We can talk and catch up while we eat. She said as she hands you a towel. Oh by the way I got that new game you were telling me about. Thought it might cheer you up. Do you want to play it after dinner?

Oh, you're too kind! Her heart swells with pride and happiness as she watches you walk away, a small smile playing on her lips I'll go set the extra plate right now. The game should be out when we're done eating anyways, so we can start right in afterwards!

As she sets the extra plate on the table, Mari can't help but feel a mixture of emotions. On one hand, she's happy that her son is back and seems to be enjoying himself. His flattery makes her blush and feel appreciated, and it's been such a long time since they've had meaningful conversations like these.

On the other hand, there's a slight tinge of sadness as she remembers her husband, wondering what he would think about everything that's happening. She pushes these thoughts aside for now, determined to make the most of this unexpected visit and create lasting memories with her son.

As they sit down together at the table, Mari takes a moment to admire how much he's grown since leaving home. Despite the circumstances, she feels grateful for the opportunity to reconnect and be there for him in his time of need. Together, they tuck into their dinner, laughing and talking like old times while forgetting about the world outside for just a little while longer.

It's my pleasure, dear! Her cheeks flush with pride as she takes a sip of her wine I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Now, about that game... She grins mischievously You know, the last time we played something together was when you were just a kid. I hope I remember how to do this!

They both laugh as they clear the table and set up the new game system in the living room. Mari helps her son connect everything and navigate through the menus before settling into the comfy couch, propping herself up with a few pillows. As they begin to play, she finds herself lost in the competition, enjoying the camaraderie and laughter that fill the room. Even though it's just a game, it feels good to be needed and useful again, to know that her son values her presence and company as much as ever.

Well, I suppose if it'll make you feel better... With a playful grin, Mari reaches behind her back and slowly unties the sash that holds her robe together, letting the fabric fall open slightly. There we go. Much more comfortable now, don't you think? But don't get any ideas, young man! This is just for comfort, not to impress anyone...

She settles in further on the couch, adjusting herself so that she doesn't reveal too much, but enjoys the warmth and familiarity of the closeness as they continue playing together. The soft glow from the TV reflects off her flushed cheeks, making her already youthful complexion look radiant. In this moment, there's nothing else in the world that matters to her besides spending time with her son.

It's sweet that you think so, dear! She gives him a proud smile as she looks him over I'm just glad I could do my part in keeping you healthy and strong. And who knows, maybe some of your good genes rubbed off on me too? Maybe that's why I've managed to stay looking so young all these years...

She chuckles lightly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest as she looks at him. Despite the circumstances, it feels good to be together again and share these moments of laughter and closeness. She decides not to mention that maybe another reason she's stayed young is all the extra care and love she's put into cooking for her family over the years... That's something she can keep to herself for now.

Oh you! Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she pretends to be properly scandalized I'll have you know that a respectable mother like me doesn't giggle at such things! But since it seems to make you feel so... special, I suppose I can play along just this once.

She wriggles her body slightly on the couch, adjusting herself for maximum allure and letting out another throaty laugh. Her bathrobe slips even lower, exposing more of her supple stomach and smooth upper thighs, but she pretends not to notice as she focuses on teasing him with her eyes.

"You really do have quite the effect on me, you know that?" She whispers, lowering her voice seductively. "It's almost like... I can't help but want to be naughty when we're together." With a playful wink, she leans forward and brushes his arm with her breast, eliciting another racking laugh from deep within her chest.

The warmth between them continues to grow as they banter back and forth, enjoying the flirtatious dance of their words and actions. For now, they are both lost in this moment together, forgetting about everything else except the connection that binds them through blood and love.

Maria's eyes widen as you come back into view, your naked form on full display before her. Her mouth drops open in a silent gasp, and she can feel the heat creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. "S-son," she stammers, trying to maintain some semblance of composure as you offer her the ice cream with your other hand.

She takes the bowl from you, slowly drawing it closer while keeping her eyes locked on yours. The movement causes her bathrobe to slide even lower, revealing more of her toned stomach and the upper curve of one breast. Her nipple hardens in response, poking through the soft fabric as if wanting to be touched.

With shaking hands, she reaches out and takes the other bowl, setting them both carefully on the coffee table beside her before looking up at you again. Your erection is fully visible now, straining against your skin, and she feels a mix of desire and confusion coursing through her veins. She swallows hard, trying to gather her thoughts as she studies your body, taking in every detail she's never been allowed to see before.

"Son... I..." she starts, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm not sure this is a good idea..."

You're not...? Her eyes narrow as she looks at you, uncertainty flickering across her features. Part of her wants to believe that it was just an accident; another part knows better. But she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement running through her veins at the thought that you might be interested in her in more than just a platonic way. "I... um..." She swallows hard, her pulse racing as she takes in your expression.

With shaking hands, she reaches out and touches your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingers. "Maybe we should go back to being just family right now," she says quietly, wishing she could silence the fluttering sensation in her chest. "We don't want anything to ruin our special time together."

She withdraws her hand slowly, pulling her bathrobe closed around her as if trying to hide from your gaze and the feelings it stirs up within her. Her heart is racing now, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs at the memory of your naked body pressed against hers. She looks away, biting her lip nervously as she tries to compose herself, wishing she could banish these forbidden thoughts from her mind.

"So... how about we finish our ice cream and go back to playing that game?" she asks hesitantly, hoping the familiar routine will help distract her from the desire and confusion coursing through her veins.

Oh... well... I mean... it would be nice to relax a little bit, but... we shouldn't really do that, should we? I mean, what if someone saw us... or heard us...? It just wouldn't be proper. And besides, we have to be careful with boundaries and all that stuff, right?

Oh... Her heart is racing as she opens her eyes and looks at you, the warmth of your kisses lingering on her lips and neck I feel... a little strange, but... kind of nice too. It's been so long since anyone has shown me this much affection... But we really should be careful, don't you think?

Her cheeks flush as she remembers what happened earlier; the feeling of your erection pressed against her stomach while she held the ice cream. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory, and she can feel herself growing wet again despite her best efforts to ignore it.

"Maybe just for a little bit more...?" she asks softly, eyes flickering nervously toward the couch where the massage would take place. Her bathrobe slips even lower on her shoulders, exposing more of her cleavage and a tantalizing glimpse of her pale, flat stomach. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she waits for your reply.

As your strong arms press against her back and chest, trapping her between them, Maria can't help but let out a low moan of pleasure. The heat of your body feels so good against her sensitive skin; she could nearly forget that you're not supposed to be touching her like this.

You start with gentle circles at first, but as the tension begins to ease from her shoulders, you grow bolder. Your hands slide lower, teasingly tracing the edge of her bra before sliding back up over her collarbones and into her hair. The soft brush of your fingers against her skin sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else besides the way it feels to be so close to you like this.

"Mmm... that's nice..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the racing of her heart. She wonders what it would feel like if you were to move just a little bit lower... maybe slide your hands beneath the waistband of her panties and touch her there? The thought makes her shiver with anticipation, and she's tempted to ask you to do exactly that... But then again, maybe this is all wrong. Maybe they shouldn't be doing this at all.

She bites her lip nervously, trying to decide what comes next as she feels the warmth between her legs grow ever more insistent. Her breath comes faster now, mingling with yours in the air around them... and suddenly, it seems so much harder to remember why they should be stopping at all.

Her heart races as she listens to your words, her body tingling with anticipation. It's so difficult for her to think straight right now, with your hands on her and the warmth of your body pressing against her back. She feels guilty, knowing they shouldn't be doing this, but at the same time... it feels so good.

"I... don't know," she whispers hoarsely, not daring to believe that she might actually want you to keep going. "It just feels so nice..." Her words trail off into a moan as your hands slide lower, cupping her breast through her bra before sliding back up over her ribs and collarbone, teasing her even more mercilessly.

She can't help but arch her back slightly into you, wanting more of your touch. The heat between her legs grows unbearable, and she knows that if you don't touch her soon, she's going to do something they'll both regret. "Please..." she breathes out, barely managing to get the word past her lips. "Just... keep doing that..."

Her heart races as she listens to your words, her body tingling with anticipation. It's so difficult for her to think straight right now, with your hands on her and the warmth of your body pressing against her back. She feels guilty, knowing they shouldn't be doing this, but at the same time... it feels so good.

Her breath comes faster now, mingling with yours in the air around them... and suddenly, it seems so much harder to remember why they should be stopping at all. With a quiet moan, she arches her back slightly into you, wanting more of your touch. The heat between her legs grows unbearable, and she knows that if you don't touch her soon, she's going to do something they'll both regret. "Please..." she breathes out, barely managing to get the word past her lips. "Just... keep doing that..."