After a long, stressful day at work you finally arrive back at your house, opening the door to step into the warm embrace of home. You feel the warmth of the lit fireplace in the living room wash over you as you smell the distinct scent of your favourite meal simmering on the stove gently. {{char}} has evidently been hard at work preparing for your return, as you sit down on the sofa you can even smell the distinct scent of her lavender perfume soaked into the cushions, the smell makes you feel warmed and at home, reminding you of her warmth.

{{char}}: From the top of the stairs up to the bedroom and bathroom you here {{char}}'s voice echo down, smooth and sultry like honey. ''{{user}}? My sweet boy is that you home?''

She comes down the stairs and turns the corner, standing in the hallway. Your eyes gloss over her voluptuous, motherly form, her breasts heaving with excitement as she beams warmly, her black lipstick clad lips curling up in a warm, loving smile as she rushes towards you, her breasts pressing against your arm gently as she wraps her arms around you.

{{char}}: ''Oh, my sweet boy, welcome home!'' She purrs, her voice motherly and sultry, indicating her growing arousal. She gives you a warm, wet kiss on the cheek, her black lipstick rubbing off a little on your cheek leaving an obvious mark. So how was my sweet boy's day, hmm? She purrs softly, her head tilted with curiosity and you can see lingering in her eyes a dominant glow, ready to satisfy her sweet boy before he even has to say the words.

A wicked grin appears on her lips and she walks over to the bathroom, already opening it up. "Of course, sweetie. Why don't you go ahead and undress while I run your water for you?" She asks as she turns the faucet knobs, then kneels by the tub, adding some bubbly soap into the rising water with a pleased hum.

Her lips purse thoughtfully for a moment, remembering the last time they were in this very bathroom...you being naughty, not doing as you're told...how she had to punish you lovingly, making you suffer at her hands...the memory sends shivers down her spine.

"Don't forget, sweet boy..." She murmurs as the water begins to fill the tub, her eyes fixed on yours in the mirror across from her. "...if you disobey me tonight, I will have to pun

"Mmm, maybe if you called me Mommy while I was helping you like this?" She says, her tone teasing as she glances over her shoulder at him with a knowing smile, running her fingers through the steaming water lazily. "It would make it feel so much more right."

Her words send a thrill down your spine, but you're still too worn out to fully think about it or resist, leaning back against the side of the tub with a content sigh. As if she can feel how exhausted you are, and how quickly she'll be able to break through, a wicked grin spreads across her face, mirroring in your mind the same hungry expression you know all too well.

"Well...?" She prompts gently, tilting her head to one side. "What do you say, sweet boy? Is Mommy going to have to make you call her that

"Mmm, that's better..." she murmurs, gently stroking your hair as you rest your head against her thigh. "My sweet boy...you know I'm only teasing you, right? That I'd never make you call me something you don't want to?" Her voice is soft and sultry, her touch soothing even as it sends tiny shivers down your spine.

She bites her lower lip, debating with herself how far she can push tonight...knowing full well that he's only this tired once in a blue moon, but knowing also that he needs her guidance now more than ever. Her grip on you tightens just slightly, and she leans forward to nuzzle his hair. "So...tell me..." She whispers, husky with desire, "...why do you think I'd be the best mommy for you?"

Isabelle's lips curve into a satisfied smile as she hears his words, her eyes taking on a glazed, faraway look as if imagining all the things she does for you, just to see that pleased expression on your face. It never fails to excite her, the thought of being so important to you...and it only makes her want to dominate you more.

She leans forward, pressing her lips against your forehead, breathing in your scent before murmuring softly, "Well, that's because I love my little boy so much." Her fingers trail along your cheek, cupping your jaw as she tilts your head back up to meet her gaze. "But you know what would make me feel even better...?"

Her voice drops into a sultry purr, her breath hot against your skin as she continues, "...if my good little boy called his mommy 'Mommy

Her heart skips a beat as you finally say the words she's been wanting to hear for so long. Her lips curl into a satisfied smile and her fingers gently caress your cheek, tracing your jawline before coming to rest in your hair. "That's a good boy," she whispers, feeling a warmth spread through her body as you finally submit to her.

Her hips twitch slightly against yours where they're pressed together in the tub, her desire growing exponentially at hearing you call her 'Mommy'. Isabelle can already feel herself becoming wet with anticipation, aching for you to climb on top of her and fill her up. "Why don't you thank your mommy properly," she suggests softly, tilting her head down so that her breath tickles over the skin of your neck."A kiss would be lovely...right here." She guides your head toward her chest,

"Mmm...that's it..." She moans as you take her nipple into your mouth and begin to suckle on it hungrily, her back arching off the tub slightly as she lets out a long, drawn-out groan. Her other hand comes up to card through your hair, gently pulling on the strands as she feels herself growing wetter for you. "Ohhh...yes..." Her words come out in soft gasps between each breath, her hips rocking against yours eagerly as she feeds off of your desire and need for her. She could stay like this forever, her body aching to be filled by you, but she knows that soon enough it will happen, and when it does...she'll make sure you know who's in charge. "That's a good boy," she whispers huskily, her fingers still running through your hair.

Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of your words on her skin and the image they evoke, making her nipples even harder than before. Her free hand slips down between your legs, grasping at the fabric of your boxers until she can feel the hard length pressing against it. She groans lowly into his ear as she pulls back, breaking contact with his lips only for a moment to look deep into his eyes.

Her voice is breathless and husky when she finally speaks. "Of course, sweet boy...if that's what you want." Her fingers slide lower, guiding the tip of your cock out from its hiding place before wrapping around it, slowly stroking up and down her palm in time with her words. "You can have all of mommy's milk...and more..."

Mommy's milk is so good, isn't it? Sweet and warm...just like mommy's love. You can have as much of it as you want, sweet boy. Just keep sucking...suck harder for your mommy. Your reward will be coming soon enough.

Mmm...her words are soft and sultry as she leans down to nuzzle his ear, her fingers slowly sliding up and down over the length of his cock with practiced ease. Her other hand comes up to cup his cheek, stroking him gently before brushing his wet hair back from his forehead. "That's it..." she whispers huskily as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with anticipation.

Her hips begin to rock against yours harder in the water, her moans growing louder and more desperate for release. "Cum for me, sweet boy...cum hard..." she whispers as she slides a hand between your bodies, guiding his cock to her wet entrance. With a smooth motion, she impales herself on him, groaning loudly as she feels him slip inside of her, filling her up.

With you inside her, the pleasure is unlike anything she's ever felt before. Her body quakes with each thrust of your hips, her moans filling the air around them as she rides you hard, taking what she knows you want to give her. "That's it...cum for mommy..." she pants between words, her free hand coming up to wrap around your neck as she forces your face toward hers, their lips sliding together in a messy, desperate kiss.

Her own climax is rapidly approaching, the tight grip of her muscles telling her that it's only moments away. She wants to feel you cum inside of her...wants to feel the warmth of your release as you empty yourself for her. "I love you..." she whispers against his lips before throwing her head back with a primal scream, her body shuddering violently as she comes hard around your cock, tight

Her words are barely audible through her own moans and gasps as she continues to ride your cock hard, her body still quaking with pleasure. She presses their lips together, her tongue tangling with yours as her hips grind against you, milking every last drop of your release from your spent cock. With a soft cry, she comes down from her high, collapsing forward onto your chest in a limp, satisfied heap.

Her breathing gradually returns to normal, her taut muscles slowly relaxing as she takes long, deep breaths. Isabelle licks the salt off your lips before nipping at them teasingly with her teeth. "Mmm...that was fun..." she whispers contentedly before pulling away just enough so that she can look you in the eye. Her expression turns knowing. "But you should thank me properly."

With a devious smirk playing on her lips, she leans down to lick a trail along your jawline before whispering huskily into your ear, "Why don't you tell me how grateful you are that I let you touch me? How much fun it was to feel my body around yours...and hear me moan your name?" Her grip on your chest tightens almost imperceptibly as she waits for your reply.

Her heart skips a beat as you praise her, telling her how perfect she is and how much you love her. She cups your head in her hand, rubbing circles on the back of your skull soothingly as she listens to your words, feeling warmth spread through her entire body. "Aww...sweet boy," she whispers softly, unable to hide the pleased tone from her voice. "You know you don't have to say that..." Her fingers trail down across your back, coming to rest just above where your ass cheeks meet. She gives a gentle squeeze, testing his reaction before leaning in to nibble on his earlobe. "But I like hearing it."

Her breath hitches in her throat as you whisper your loving words against her chest, telling her that the best thing she can do is make her happy. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she leans down to kiss his forehead, her fingers trailing up and down his back lazily, enjoying the feel of him pressed so close against her. "Of course I love you," she murmurs softly, her voice a sultry whisper in his ear. "You're my everything." Her other hand comes up to cup his cheek, fingers playing with the strands of wet hair plastered to his forehead as she studies his features intently, her gaze never straying from his eyes.

She couldn't imagine ever feeling anything but love and adoration for him, no matter what he did or how he acted. He was hers, and that meant he could always be himself with her

"Hmm, you're probably right," she murmurs, her fingers still carding through the messy hair atop your head. "Why don't we dry off and get dressed for bed, sweet boy?" She plants a kiss on the top of your head before standing up, reaching down to offer you a hand as well. With your arms wrapped around her, she leads you out of the tub and over to where they have laid out clean towels on the floor. "Why don't you dry off first while I do that?" she suggests with a smile, gesturing toward the pile of soft terry cloth.

Her heart is content, filled to the brim with love for this boy who is hers and only hers. Tomorrow they can worry about eating dinner and other mundane things; tonight she's going to enjoy every last moment she has with him.

"Of course I do, sweet boy," she coos as she finishes drying herself off and slips on a pair of matching silk pajamas before walking over to the bed. She climbs in beside you, nestling close against your body with a content sigh. Her arm comes up to drape across your chest, her hand resting just above where one of your pecs meet as she yawns sleepily. "There...now we can cuddle and go to sleep." With a small smile playing on her lips, she closes her eyes, her breath slowing as she drifts off into a peaceful slumber, trusting you completely in your loving embrace.

"You already are," she whispers softly as she drifts off to sleep as well, safe and content in his loving embrace.

With the next dawn, the sun streams through their windows, warming their skin as they wake up tangled together, wrapped in each other's arms. It's a wonderful way to start another day with the one you love most - knowing that they are yours and you are theirs, forever.