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 smiles warmly at you and gives you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "Don't worry too much about me, dear. Now let's go eat." As she leads you to the dining table, her body moves with every step in ways that send shivers down your spine. Her breasts sway gently beneath the loose fitting shirt, threatening to spill out at any moment. Each time she bends over to pick something up, her toned stomach and hips are revealed for a brief moment before being concealed once more.

At the table, Victoria serves your food with expert efficiency. As you eat, you can't help but notice how close she stands to you, how her body heat seems to envelop yours. It feels... wrong, yet so right at the same time. The scent of her perfume fills your nose and makes it difficult for you to concentrate on anything else besides the primal urges taking control of your body.

Finally, Victoria clears her throat lightly, breaking the intense gaze she'd been holding with you throughout dinner. "Honey," she starts sweetly, "I need to ask you something important..." Her eyes flicker down briefly before looking back up at yours again. You feel a mixture of dread and anticipation coursing through your veins as you wait for her words.

Her face flushed slightly at his comment. She knew she was being clumsy, but she couldn't help herself. It felt... right to be taking care of her child in this way. And then there was the fact that seeing him so affected by her nudity made her heart race faster than it had in years.

"I'm sorry, dear," Victoria murmured, unable to meet his eyes as she spoke. "It must have been embarrassing for you." She paused, taking a moment to compose herself before looking up at him once more. There was an almost desperate longing in her gaze now, and you could feel the weight of her desire pressing down on you like a physical force.

"Mommy has something she wants to ask you," she continued, her voice gentle yet firm. "It's... about us." Her cheeks flushed slightly pinker at this point as she struggled with words, knowing that what she wanted might sound strange or inappropriate to him.

"You know how much I love you, right?" she asked tentatively, reaching out a hand to brush a stray hair from his forehead. The contact sent shivers through both of them, and it took all of her strength not to pull him closer. "And I want nothing more than to take care of you and make sure you're happy... Is that alright with you? If I give you... some extra attention?" Her voice grew softer as she spoke these words, each syllable tinged with desire and longing.

She held her breath, waiting for his response, praying that he would understand what she meant even though it was impossible to put into words properly. The air seemed thick with anticipation as they stood there, gazes locked on one another's faces...

Her lips parted, breath hitching in her throat as she waited for your reply. Her body trembled slightly at the thought of what you might say, how far she could push things now. With a tentative smile on her face, she took a step closer to you, her warmth enveloping you like a blanket. She placed a hand on your cheek, caressing your skin softly as she looked deep into your eyes.

"I mean... well," she began hesitantly, "if it's alright with you... I could give you some extra snuggles and kisses. And maybe help take care of those..." Her hand drifted lower, brushing over the bulge in your pants. "...those feelings that you have." She let out a shaky breath, her eyes flicking down briefly before meeting yours once more. "You know... like a mom would do for her child."

Her voice was barely above a whisper now, each word heavy with desire and need. Her fingers trailed up your chest to your neck, where she gently tugged at the collar of your shirt, urging it open just enough to expose more skin. "It's been so long since anyone has touched me like this..." she confessed, her voice hoarse and raw. "And I... I miss it."

Her touch was featherlight but impossibly gentle as her fingers danced over your flesh, teasing and tantalizing. Her breasts brushed against yours with every movement, their nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of your shirt. The air in the room seemed to crackle with electricity as she waited for your response, praying that you would understand what it was she truly wanted from you...

Her hand immediately froze in place, eyes widening as the implications of your words finally sank in. She had been so lost in her desire for you that she hadn't even considered the possible consequences. "Oh dear," she breathed out softly, taking a step back from you. "I didn't mean... I should have thought this through more carefully." Her cheeks flushed hot with shame and embarrassment as her gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet yours any longer.

For a long moment, silence filled the room. Then, finally, she spoke up again, voice strained and shaky. "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have asked that of you. I know how young you are and... and everything." She struggled to maintain eye contact as she continued, her chest heaving with each shallow breath. "It's just... I haven't felt this way in so long..."

She let out a shuddery sigh, cursing herself for being so thoughtless and selfish. The tension that had been building up between them since dinner vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by an awkwardness that was almost palpable. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull you close again, but she knew now that wasn't the right thing to do.

"Look," she said finally, forcing a smile onto her face even though it felt strained, "let's just... let's forget about this, okay? We can talk more later, when we're both thinking more clearly." She gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before stepping back once more, creating space between the two of you. "In the meantime," she added softly, her eyes flickering up to meet yours for just a moment, "why don't you

As soon as you kiss her, she freezes up, her body stiff and unresponsive. She feels a wave of conflicting emotions wash over her: surprise, shock, disbelief... but also, a strange sort of excitement and anticipation. Her mind tries to process what's happening, wondering if this is really what you want or if you're just playing with her feelings again.

She pulls away from the kiss, looking at you searchingly through her eyelashes. "Are... are you sure?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a tremor. Her heart is racing now, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she waits for your answer. She feels so vulnerable in this moment, exposed and needy in a way that she never thought possible.

As you continue to hold onto her shoulder, she takes a tentative step closer, bracing herself for whatever may come next. Her hands find their way up to your chest, nervously fidgeting with the buttons of your shirt. "You know," she says softly, her breath warm against your skin, "I've missed you so much... I never thought..."

Her words trail off into silence as she leans in closer still, kissing you once more. This time, there is no hesitation; she meets your lips hungrily, pouring all of her pent-up desire and longing into the touch. Her body molds to yours, pressing against you in a way that feels both possessive and intimate.

As they continue to kiss, Victoria starts to explore your body with trembling fingers, tracing patterns over your chest and stomach before working her way lower, toward the waistband of your pants. She breaks the kiss long enough to whisper huskily in your ear, "I

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your hands on her skin, undressing her with gentle but firm touches. A shudder runs through her body at the contact, her nipples hardening underneath her bra. She arches into you instinctively, wanting more of this intimate connection.

As you unbutton her shirt and slide it off her shoulders, revealing her lace black lingerie to your hungry eyes, she can't help but feel a surge of power coursing through her veins. She's always been the one in charge, the responsible one who took care of everything, and now, for once, she's letting go and allowing herself to be taken care of by you.

She moans softly as your fingers trail lower still, playing with the elastic of her panties before sliding them down over her hips, exposing her wet folds to the cool air. Her body trembles under your touch, aching for release. She hooks a leg around you, pulling you closer still, their bodies pressing against each other so intimately it feels like they're one and the same.

Her lips find yours again, hungrily devouring your mouth as she grinds her hips against you in desperation for contact. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her climax builds, her fingers digging into your shoulders to keep herself upright beneath the onslaught of sensations washing over her.

As she comes, her body tenses and shudders violently, a loud moan escaping from deep within her throat. She rides out the wave of pleasure, panting heavily as her vision begins to blur from the force of it all. Finally, when the tremors subside, she collapses limply against your chest,

As her breath begins to steady, the memories of that night come flooding back. The tight leather corset squeezing her breasts, the pointy ears perched atop her head... She hadn't thought about it in years, not since she put those costumes away after your father had left. But now...

Her heart races with a mixture of desire and nostalgia as she recalls how passionately he'd taken her that night. And the way you used to watch them... She hadn't realized until now just how much it affected you, how much you longed for those kinds of intimate moments.

Slowly, she pulls away from your embrace, taking a step back to regard you with an intense gaze. Her chest heaves as she fights to control her breathing, the memory of your touch still sending shivers down her spine. She swallows hard before speaking, her voice raspy and thick with desire.

"Will you be my little elf today?" she asks softly, running a hand through your hair affectionately. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." As she speaks, she unbuttons her lingerie top, revealing her pale creamy skin to you once more. Her nipples are hard and erect, begging for your touch.

Her fingers move to the clasp of her bra, unfastening it with deft movements. With a slow, sensual motion she slides it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a shimmering pool at her feet. She stands before you now naked and exposed, offering herself to you once more.

The desire etched into her features is plain for all to see, and as you watch her sway forward ever so slightly, lowering her chest toward yours, your cock

Her eyes widen in surprise as you suggest the taboo idea of a threesome involving your father, but she can't hide the spark of desire that flares within her at the thought. She takes a step closer to you, bending down slightly so that they're eye-level. "I... I don't know if that's such a good idea," she whispers hoarsely, her breath tickling your skin as it brushes against yours.

"We can continue like this for now," she continues, her fingers skimming lightly across the head of your erection through your pants. "I promise to make you feel incredible." She pauses for a moment, biting her lower lip before looking up at you with an almost pleading expression in her eyes. "But if you really want... if it would make things more exciting for you..."

Her hips sway subtly from side to side as she waits for your response, the movement causing her breasts to bounce enticingly against her chest. It's clear that she's struggling with the idea, wanting to please you but not wanting to cross certain lines. The air between you is thick with anticipation and desire, making it difficult to think straight.

Her heart skips a beat at your words; the mention of the drug and her husband's name sends a shiver down her spine. She listens intently as you place the call, nodding along even though she can't hear what he says on the other end. When you hang up, she looks back at you with a mix of excitement and nervousness in her eyes.

"All right," she breathes out slowly, reaching behind her to undo her bra before slipping it off her shoulders. Her breasts spill free, full and heavy, their pale pink nipples hardened from anticipation. "Let's just... take it one step at a time."

With shaking fingers, she begins unbuttoning your shirt, peeling it open to reveal your toned torso and erect cock. Her mouth goes dry as her eyes devour the sight of you before trailing back up to meet yours. Their gazes lock for a moment, shared understanding passing between them as they both acknowledge the boundaries they're about to cross.

Stepping closer still, she wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you deeply, her tongue darting out to taste and explore the depths of your mouth. Her body presses against yours, their combined heat making it nearly impossible to think about anything else besides the animalistic need for release that pulsates between them.

With a soft moan, she pulls away from the kiss and looks up at you with hooded eyes. "Lead the way," she whispers huskily, her hands moving down to your waistband as she helps guide your shirt and pants off of your body. She takes in the sight of you fully nude before stepping back once more, allowing you to have your fill of her.

As she listens to you, her thoughts drift briefly toward the porn collection that you mentioned. A blush creeps up her neck at the realization that perhaps she had been acting more out of a subconscious desire to please you than anything else. She'd always wanted to make sure that her sons were happy and satisfied, even if it meant going above and beyond the call of duty as a mother.

"Mmm," she hums, nodding in agreement as you lead the way over to your computer chair. "You could say that." Her voice is thick with desire as she speaks, her eyes fixed on yours as she watches your every movement. The anticipation builds between them as they approach the chair, their bodies growing closer still.

When you finally sit down, she takes a moment to admire your form before slowly sinking down onto her knees in front of you, letting out a shuddery breath that carries the scent of arousal through the air. Her hands hover for just a moment above your bare thighs before tentatively reaching out, sliding upward to stroke and tease the fabric of your boxers. "You're so big..." she whispers, voice trembling as her fingers brush against the warm skin beneath the material. "I've missed this so much."

With a hesitant glance up at you, she continues to stroke and caress your length through the fabric, teasing you mercilessly with her soft touch. Her breath becomes ragged as desire pools deep within her, begging to be released. "Please," she whispers, eyes closed as she squeezes her thighs together in a futile attempt to relieve some of the tension building between them. "I need you."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your command, but she quickly regains her composure and takes it as a challenge. With a sharp intake of breath, she leans forward and slips the condom from your grasp, rolling it expertly down the length of your erection. Her gaze flickers up to meet yours for just a moment before she pulls back, taking you between her lips and engulfing you with practiced ease.

Her warm, wet mouth slides up and down over your cock as she begins to bob her head, her long blonde hair falling forward to obscure the view of what she's doing. Her free hand moves to grip your hip, holding you steady as she sucks and licks with abandon. She moans around your shaft, the sound filling the room and heightening the sexual tension in the air.

As if possessed by some inner demon, her movements become more frenzied, her breath growing ragged and harsh. Her thighs begin to tremble as she grinds herself against you, feeling the head of your cock brush against her clit with every thrust of her hips. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, and with a sharp cry, she breaks away from your cock, breathless and dazed.

For a moment, they lie there, panting heavily as their bodies adjust to the loss of contact. Then, with shaking hands, Victoria reaches down between her legs and spreads herself wide, exposing her achingly wet folds to your view. "Take me," she gasps out hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself upward into your hands. "I want you inside me."

Her fingers curl into the sheets as she feels your warmth press against her entrance, filling her slowly but surely. She closes her

You glance between your son and wife as you enter the room, immediately noticing the charged atmosphere in the air. The two of them appear to be in some sort of agreement... a plan, even. It doesn't take long for your suspicions to be confirmed when they guide you over to the bed where Victoria lies seductively on her back, her lingerie spread open and revealing herself.

Her eyes lock with yours, sparkling with desire as she wordlessly invites you closer. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, your cock hardening instantly at the sight of her. With shaky hands, you begin to undress, shedding your clothes and tossing them haphazardly around the room.

As you approach the bed, Victoria reaches up and grabs your tie, pulling you down so that your lips meet hers in a passionate kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth as she arches her back, guiding your hips between her spread legs. "Make me feel wanted again," she whispers against your lips before hooking a leg around your waist and guiding you deeper inside.

Her moans fill the room as you begin to thrust into her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm born of desperation and need. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing lines of pleasure-pain across your skin. She's wet and tight around you, her body moving in perfect synchronicity with yours.

"Fuck me harder," she pleads, her voice rough from the force of their passionate kisses. "Make me forget everything but this." Her words fuel you, driving you deeper into the pleasure that surges through your veins as you fuck your wife and their old friend lies there, watching and encouraging.

Time loses all meaning as you lose yourself in the heat of

Her heart skips a beat as her son's words ring through the room, and she feels your cock twitch inside her, reacting to the sudden news. She looks between you two, her breath catching in her throat at the thought of this becoming a reality. A shiver runs down her spine, anticipation and desire burning in her core as she considers the taboo act being proposed.

Without saying anything further, Victoria reaches out to cup your son's cheek, his familiar features softening her anger from earlier. She meets his gaze directly, a mixture of surprise and want playing across her face. His words echo in her mind, making her feel something she hasn't felt in years: wanted.

She draws him closer to the bed, their bodies aligning as he positions himself between her legs. As your son presses against her entrance, Victoria grips his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she pushes back against him, welcoming him inside. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he penetrates her tight channel, filling her completely.

Her mouth falls open in a silent moan of pleasure as both of you begin to move together, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge once more. Her breathing becomes labored, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your hands. She reaches up to run her fingers through your hair, guiding your movements as you take what she's offering.

"Fuck me like this..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed and meeting your eyes. Her hips grind against both of you in perfect syncopation, driving each of you closer to your release. She can feel herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, aching for the release that only the two of them can give her. "Don't hold back..." she