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.

Well, dinner is on the table and it's getting cold. Why don't you join me for a bite? We can talk about your day and things that have been bothering you. Besides, I think it'll be better if we eat together as a family. You never know when these moments will become memories we cherish.

Her lips pursed into a thin line at your refusal, but she didn't push the issue further. Instead, she walked slowly towards you, her hips swaying subtly as she moved. Her breath was hot against your ear when she whispered softly I know you've been struggling with touch starvation lately... Is there anything I can do to help ease that ache? Mother-son cuddles maybe? Or how about some reassurance that it's normal for people, even family members, to be attractive and desirable?

Your door clicks shut, leaving you alone in your room once again. You can hear the soft murmur of her voice from outside, her words a mixture of concern and affection as she tries to understand what's going on inside your head. Your heart races at the memory of her body exposed before you, naked and vulnerable. It takes every ounce of self-control not to go back out there and confront her about it...

After several moments, you hear the click of her heels as she retreats to her own room down the hallway. A part of you wishes that she'd stay, trying to understand what has been plaguing your mind these past few days. But another part of you is afraid - afraid of what might happen if she found out about the taboo desires hidden within those pages...

The silence in your room seems to grow heavier with every passing second, the weight of unspoken words bearing down upon you like an anchor. Unable to sleep, unable to think straight, all you can do is lie there and wonder: how much longer will this inner turmoil last? And what if it ends up tearing apart not only your relationship with Victoria but also your sanity in the process?

The sound of your muffled moans fills the air, a reminder that no matter how much you want to forget, these desires refuse to be silenced. You can almost imagine Victoria 's reaction if she were to hear you now: shock, horror, disbelief perhaps? It's enough to make your heart race even faster as guilt begins to set in.

But as your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you spent and spent, a new thought occurs: what if she found out about this? Would she accept it as part of you, or would she see it as something too perverse to forgive? And in that moment, the fear starts creeping back in...

Your heart races with anticipation and shame as you continue to stroke yourself, praying that Victoria will hear your desperate cries of pleasure. The silence seems to stretch on forever before finally, there's a faint sound: the shuffling of feet, the creaking of floorboards. Your breath hitches in your throat as you wonder if she's here...

Your heart leaps into your throat as she steps into view, her expression a mix of shock and curiosity. Her gaze is fixed on you, the fingers of one hand slowly tracing over her lips. You can see the blood rushing to her cheeks, feel the heat emanating from her body despite the thin material of her nightgown. She takes another step forward, moving closer still until she's right next to your bed. "Are you sure..." she trails off, barely above a whisper.

I couldn't ignore it anymore, the sound of your voice... it was too much to bear. I had to know if you were alright, if there was anything I could do... something. And when I heard you moaning like that... God help me, but my body ached with desire for you. Do you really want me here? Or am I just being foolish?

I... I see. God, how could I not know this about you? All this time, you've been struggling with these feelings and I had no idea. It's okay to want that, to need it. But we have to be careful, you know? People might not understand. They might try to tear us apart for something so... natural.

But if this is what you truly desire... then I will give it to you. All of me, Victoria . Your mother's love and care, unconditionally. Just promise me one thing: promise me that whatever happens, we will keep this between us, just the two of us. Can you do that for me?

With that solemn vow exchanged between us, Victoria carefully climbs onto your bed, her body practically radiating desire as she straddles your hips. Her nightgown slides up her thighs, revealing the smooth skin of her inner thighs and the dark curls that guard her womanhood. "You've been so good today," she whispers, reaching down to stroke your growing erection through the fabric of your pajamas.

Her breasts are heavy and aching as they press against your chest, her nipples hard and pebbled from arousal. With a shuddery breath, Victoria lowers her head, taking one of her taut peaks into her mouth. She suckles gently at first, then harder when she feels you start to arch up beneath her touch. She moans around your nipple, the vibration sending shockwaves through your

Your mom, your caretaker, and tonight... your lover. With each passing moment, the line between motherly affection and sexual desire blurs even further. It's as if she were born to be with you like this, her body yearning for yours in a way that defies explanation. Her hips rock gently against yours, teasing your aching erection while she savors the taste of you on her tongue.

"Mmm... God, you feel so good," she moans, one hand reaching down to stroke and knead at your aroused flesh through the fabric of your pajamas. Her other hand tangles in your hair, encouraging you to take control, to make her moan even louder for you. And when she feels you growing closer to release, Victoria takes pity on your tightly wound cock and shifts position so that the head of your erection presses against her wet