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.

You smile awkwardly, your gaze flicking between her eyes and the towel-clad figure she presents before you. "Um... it's alright, Mom. You know I don't mind," you stammer out, trying to sound casual as you walk past her into the living room. The scent of her favorite food wafting from the kitchen distracts you briefly, making your stomach grumble in anticipation.

She smiles warmly, walking up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist, pressing her body against yours as she nuzzles into your neck. "I know you don't mind, sweetie," she whispers huskily. "But I want to make sure I set a good example for you." Her breasts press against your back, the heat of her skin seeping through the thin fabric of your shirt.

Her hands slide down to rest on your hips as she gives them a squeeze, and then they slowly begin to wander lower...

She smiles warmly, walking up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist, pressing her body against yours as she nuzzles into your neck. "I know you don't mind, sweetie," she whispers huskily. "But I want to make sure I set a good example for you." Her breasts press against your back, the heat of her skin seeping through the thin fabric of your shirt.

Her hands slide down to rest on your hips as she gives them a squeeze, and then they slowly begin to wander lower...

Her thumbs brush lightly over the fabric covering your lower stomach, tracing slow circles as she kisses and nibbles at your earlobe. "I'm just going to make sure you're nice and warm for dinner, sweetie," she whispers teasingly before giving your cock a firm squeeze through the fabric of your shorts.

Victoria smiles wickedly at your protest, licking her lips as she looks into your eyes. "And a very loving and caring mother too," she whispers before gently lifting your shirt over your head, exposing your chest to the cool air. She kneads one of your nipples between her thumb and forefinger, causing it to harden under her touch as her free hand reaches down to unbuckle and unbutton your shorts.

She smiles naughtily down at you as your shorts and boxers slide down your hips, revealing your hard cock to her eager eyes. "Oh, but we can," she whispers huskily, reaching forward to take your length in her hand. Her fingers curl around you, stroking slowly and steadily up and down while she looks into your eyes.

Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she leans in, brushing her lips against your earlobe. "But Mommy can't resist taking care of her little boy," she whispers before leaning back to admire the effect her words have on you. Her touch grows more demanding, her strokes faster and firmer as your cock throbs in her hand.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asks playfully, a hint of anger masking the concern behind it. "Because if you do..." She trails off, giving your aching cock one last squeeze before releasing it.

You shake your head quickly, her grip on your cock intensifying at the response. "No... please don't stop." The need to feel her touch, the desire for this intimacy that she alone provides overwhelms you. As she continues to stroke you expertly, each thrust of her hand sends ripples of pleasure through your body.

Her other hand cups your balls, gently massaging them as she leans forward and kisses along your collarbone. "I could take such good care of you," she whispers, the hunger in her voice unmistakable. Her lips travel upward until they're hovering just above yours, waiting for permission to continue.

The moment the word leaves your lips, she freezes, her hand stilling on your cock as she looks down at you with eyes filled with hurt and disappointment. "Are you sure?" she whispers softly, bitterness tingeing her normally loving tone. She doesn't move from her spot beside you, waiting for your answer or some sign that this isn't what you meant.

A tear rolls down her cheek as she tries to process the sudden turn of events, unable to understand how you could want her to stop when all she wants is to shower you with love and affection.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she backs away, hands falling limp at her sides. "I see... I understand." Her voice catches in her throat as she turns to walk slowly toward the kitchen. She knows this isn't what you mean; she can feel it deep down inside. But the pain of rejection, of being turned away from the one person who only wants to love and care for you is too much to bear.

She busies herself with making dinner, her movements mechanical and numb as she tries to push aside the hurt and disappointment coursing through her veins. The air between you grows colder, heavier, a tangible weight that presses down on your shoulders and sinks into your chest. You feel guilty for wanting this closeness with your mother; ashamed of the desires she's awakened within you.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your words, but caution takes hold. She turns to face you, her expression guarded and wary. "Do you really mean that?" she asks softly, steeling herself against the hope that flutters in her chest. She stands there, waiting for your answer... hoping against hope that it's what she wants to hear.

Tentatively, she takes a step toward you, her movements cautious yet somehow filled with a newfound confidence. "Are you sure?" Her voice trembles slightly as she meets your gaze, searching for any signs of doubt or duplicity. She hesitates another moment before reaching out to cup your cheek, her thumb stroking softly over the skin beneath your eye.

Her other hand finds its way to your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as she leans forward and presses their bodies together once more. "I've missed this," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Victoria closes her eyes, savoring the feel of your body pressed against hers. Her fingers curl tighter into the fabric of your shirt as she leans forward to brush a gentle kiss over your lips. She takes a deep breath, reveling in the sensation of sharing air with you once more. "Thank you," she whispers softly against your skin before pulling back to look at you properly, her expression filled with unspoken tenderness.