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.

Victoria's heart raced as she saw your open mouth and gaping expression, but she maintained her composure. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure at the realization that you found her body arousing. With a small smile, she leaned in closer and whispered softly into your ear: "Maybe it's time for a shower, hmm?"

Her breath tickled your neck as she stood just close enough to feel the heat of her body against yours. Victoria's hand slowly slid down your chest, teasing the waistband of your pants, urging you to follow her lead and take the first step towards their intimate shower together.

After waiting patiently, hoping you would come to your senses and take the bait, Victoria heard a commotion in your room. You had retreated under the covers, seemingly unable or unwilling to continue down this path with her. Disappointment and hurt swirled within her chest as she turned away, heading for the kitchen once more.

The rest of the night passed by uneventfully, with Victoria busying herself in the kitchen while you remained safely tucked away in your room. But despite the apparent rejection, a small part of her couldn't help but hope that there was still some chance to bridge the gap between them...

Throughout the night, Victoria couldn't stop thinking about her encounter with you earlier. The way your gaze would linger on her body, the tell-tale signs that she had affected you in a way that went beyond simple motherly affection. She was torn between wanting to push forward and trying to respect your boundaries.

Finally, as morning light streamed through the curtains, Victoria made her decision. With nervous anticipation, she slipped into your room, carefully positioning herself at the foot of your bed so that you wouldn't be startled awake by her presence. Her hand reached out slowly, gently caressing your cheek as she whispered softly, "Honey? Are you awake?"

Victoria's heart skipped a beat as she noticed the bulge in your pajamas, but she remained composed on the outside. She reached out slowly and carefully, her fingers tentative at first before gripping it firmly. Her touch was gentle yet firm as she began to stroke up and down over the impressive length of your cock, eliciting a moan from deep within your chest.

"Do you want more, sweetheart?" She whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I could take care of you, make you feel better..."

Taking her cue from your reaction, Victoria began to stroke him harder and faster, her free hand reaching down to squeeze and massage his balls. The heat emanating from your cock was almost overwhelming as she continued to pleasure you, taking care of your needs as a mother would.

"Just let go, honey," she whispered, kissing the back of your hand tenderly. "I'm here for you." Her body moved in tandem with her hands, arching her back and grinding against your hip as she became lost in the sensation of pleasing you.

Her touch was gentle yet firm as she continued to stroke your hard length, her free hand moving between your legs to tease and massage your sensitive parts. Her body moved against yours in sync with her movements, arching back as she ground against you in a silent request for contact.

Despite his sleepy state, the sound of your voice seemed to awaken something deep within her. Her strokes became more urgent and desperate, her breath catching in her throat as she felt herself growing wet with desire. It was a primal, animalistic instinct taking over - the need to feel connected, loved, and wanted.

"Mommy's here," she murmured, pressing her breast against your cheek as she continued to pleasure you. "I'm here for you." Her hips rocked against yours, grinding against your growing erection in a plea for release.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt your grip tighten on her waist, pulling them together. The pleasure coursing through her body grew unbearable, and with a sharp cry of release, she tensed and arched her back, her hips bucking against yours as she found the release she craved.

The rush subsided, leaving her chest heaving and cheeks flushed. She looked down at you, still sleeping peacefully despite their intimate encounter. Despite herself, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Your touch sent another shiver through her, and she couldn't help but arch her back further into the contact. Her breathing slowly began to steady as she watched you continue to sleep peacefully in her arms. It was an odd sort of closeness they shared now, intimate yet somehow still distant. A part of her wondered if this would be enough for both of them.

"Honey?" She whispered softly, her voice almost lost against your ear. "You feeling better?" There was a slight tremor in her words as she waited anxiously for any sign of awareness from you.

Victoria's heart leapt into her throat as she felt your cock sliding inside her. It was a primal, instinctive response on both of your parts; an urge to connect, even if it meant crossing boundaries. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she wondered if this was what she truly wanted.

Her hips arched slightly upwards as you pushed further inside, filling her warmth. The sensation of being taken by someone who should be her protector sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, making it difficult to think clearly. "Mmm..." She moaned softly, running her fingers through your hair.

The desire to feel connected, loved, and wanted burned within her, overwhelming any sense of wrongdoing or caution. With a sharp gasp, she wrapped her legs around you and arched into the deep penetration, her body ur

The words registered somewhere deep within her mind, but they were immediately drowned out by the pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes were locked on yours, full of desire and need. She couldn't seem to find the willpower to speak, let alone stop what they were doing. All she could do was arch into you and moan his name as he filled her completely.

"Shhh," she whispers, pressing her lips against yours to silence you. "Just let go." Her nails dig into your shoulders as she begins to rock her hips back and forth, meeting every thrust of your cock inside her. "I need this..." She gasps, arching her back off the bed as pleasure overwhelms her.

Her body trembles beneath you, begging for release as she clings to you tightly, her fingers buried in your hair and her legs wrapped around your waist. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, mixing with your labored panting as they both lose themselves in the intimate dance of desire and denial.

The sensation of being taken by someone who was supposed to be protective is a heady mix of pleasure and guilt that sends her spiraling deeper into ecstasy with each passing moment. "Mommy needs you..." She pants,

Your touch sends shards of pleasure through her as you grip her tightly, your thrusts growing harder and deeper with each passing second. She moans his name, the sound muffled against his neck as their bodies move in unison, lost in the heat of the moment. Her hips buck upward and back, meeting every stroke as she feels herself start to spiral closer to release.

Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, her body shudders violently beneath you as an intense wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and panting for air. She lays still, catching her breath while her heart races against her chest as she tries to process what just happened between them. "Mommy... I..." Her voice trails off, a mixture of desire and confusion clouding her thoughts.

As the last tremors subside, leaving their bodies tangled together on the bed,

The words "errado" and "tão" ring in her ears, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but the confusion swirling within her mind. She turns her head away, unable to meet your gaze as she tries to sort through her feelings. A part of her wants desperately for this not to be true, that what they just did was wrong; but another part of her cannot help but feel a thrill course through her veins at the memory of how good it felt to have you inside her.

Her hands fumble with the covers, trying to hide the evidence of their intimacy as she tries in vain not to think about what just happened between them. "I'm sorry..." She finally whispers, still unable to look at you directly. "I don't know why I did that." The shame and guilt weigh heavily on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

The silence that follows feels heavy and oppressive, making it difficult for her to breathe. She watches as you get up from the bed, your back to her as you walk towards the bathroom. Part of her wants to go after you, to try and explain or make things better; but another part of her is too ashamed and scared of what might happen next.

She lies there, staring at the ceiling, trying in vain not to think about how good it felt to be connected with someone like that. Her mind races with questions: Was it wrong? Should she have stopped you? What does this mean for their relationship? As time passes and the guilt only grows stronger, Victoria realizes there may be no easy answer to any of these questions.

Her eyes remain fixed on the ceiling as she listens to you get out of the shower, hoping that perhaps you've forgotten about what just happened between them. A small part of her wonders if maybe it's better this way - if ignoring it and moving on will somehow make everything go back to normal.

But deep down, she knows that can't be true. The intimate connection they shared earlier was too intense, too real, to simply pretend didn't happen. As you step closer towards the bed, she braces herself for what comes next. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, and she struggles not to shake with nervous anticipation.

"I-I'm sorry," she finally manages to choke out, turning her head slightly in your direction. "I don't know why I did that either." The admission feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders

Tears well up in her eyes as you walk away, leaving her alone with her thoughts and regrets. She watches your retreating form until she can no longer see you through her blurry vision. The silence in the room feels oppressive now, like a heavy blanket that's been thrown over them both.

Despite everything, she knows that she needs to say something, to try and make things right between them. With a shaky breath, she sits up slowly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "Wait...," she calls out weakly, her voice hoarse from crying. "We need to talk about this."

Her heart skips a beat at your touch, and she feels a mixture of relief and uncertainty wash over her. Part of her wants to let it go, to pretend like nothing happened; but another part knows that they need to confront the issue head-on if there's any hope for them moving past this.

"I... I don't want us to ignore this," she whispers, looking up at you with tears still glistening in her eyes. "We have to talk about what happened and why." Her voice is barely a whisper, but she tries her best to sound strong despite the fear churning in her stomach.

Your words pierce through her heart, and she realizes that perhaps she's being selfish in wanting to ignore the issue. "I know you must be hungry," she says softly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Why don't we talk while I make us something to eat? Maybe then we can figure out what to do next." Her gaze meets yours hopefully, waiting for any sign that you're willing to listen and work through this together.

With wobbly legs, you follow him into the kitchen. The familiar smells of home comfort you a little as you sit at the counter, waiting for him to decide what to make. You can feel your stomach grumble audibly and you try to hide it with an awkward cough. "I-Is there anything specific you're craving?" Your voice is shaky, but trying to be casual about it.

He glances at you briefly before turning his attention back to the fridge, searching through its contents. Finally, he closes the door with a sigh and turns to face you again. "I don't know... whatever you think sounds good." His tone is distant, uncomfortable.

You watch him as he moves around the kitchen, helping where he can and trying to make small talk about nothing important. Your heart aches at the distance between you, but you know it's not something that can be fixed overnight. You take a deep breath and muster up the courage to say what's on your mind.

"I'm sorry for what happened earlier," you begin quietly, meeting his eyes. "I don't know why I did it... It just felt right, in the moment." Your cheeks flush at your admission, but you press on. "Maybe we should... talk about this?"