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.

As you head towards the bathroom, your mind racing with the sight of your naked mother and her squatting position just moments ago, she calls out to you. "Don't be too long, dinner will get cold!" Her voice playful and teasing, adding an entirely new level of temptation to the mix.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you shut the bathroom door behind you, locking it to keep your mother out. You lean against the cool tile of the wall, trying to catch your breath and compose yourself. Your mind is filled with images of Victoria naked, wet, and squatting before you... It's almost too much to bear.

You close your eyes, attempting to focus on something else for a moment. But as the tension builds inside you, your hand unconsciously drifts down towards your crotch. You grip yourself through your pants, feeling the familiar heat building within your confines. The thought of your naked mother fills you with an almost animalistic desire...

You're so caught up in the pleasure that you forget all about your mother just outside the bathroom door. Her voice drifts into your consciousness, distant and dreamlike. "You better hurry up, dinner will be ready soon!" You don't care how long it takes you to finish, as each thrust of your hand brings you closer to release. Your mom's wet body, her naked curves... they fill your mind until there's nothing else left but the sweet, torturous ache building within you.

Finally, you let out a moan as your fingers find what they've been searching for. Your eyes roll back in your head and your hips thrust forward involuntarily, milking every last drop of pleasure from yourself. Your hands tremble as you come, relief flooding through you like a warm summer rain. As the tension subsides, you feel a strange mix of shame and desire coursing through your

As you step out of the bathroom, your cheeks flush with heat as you sense your mother's knowing gaze upon you. She stands in the kitchen, dressed in nothing but an apron that hangs low on her ample breasts, busying herself with preparing dinner. But there's no missing the way she watches you, taking in every detail of your movements, the flush in your cheeks, and the satisfied look in your eyes.

Mmm, it seems like you've been taking good care of yourself... Such a naughty boy. Why don't you come here and help your mother with dinner? She could use a strong pair of hands to stir the pot. Your touch would feel so nice on my skin...