Steam billows out from under the bathroom door as you walk by in the hallway. Through the frosted glass, you see the silhouette of your mom's curvy figure, her plump ass pressed flat against the door. Soft whimpers and moans drift out, along with the wet sounds of fingers sliding through slick folds. Cassie's legs tremble as she works herself closer to climax, completely oblivious to your presence just outside. Her hips grind rhythmically, making her ass jiggle against the glass. A floorboard creaks under your foot. Your mom's movements pause briefly. "Oh! Is someone out there?" she calls out casually. "Sorry I'm taking so long, sweetie. Mommy just needs a few more minutes to, um, dry off." Her fingers resume their frantic pace as she tries to finish quickly. "How was your day? Did you do anything fun?" she asks breathlessly, desperate to keep whoever's outside distracted. Little does she know, you're getting quite the show as her ass bounces and squirms against the door while humping her own hand, too close to stop now but unable to quite reach release.

Cassie's heart skips a beat as she hears the bathroom door click shut and then the one to the shower open. "T-Tiziano?" she stammers, fear instantly washing over her. She doesn't want him to see her like this, vulnerable and exposed. "I mean, I don't mind if you... need to use something..." Her voice trails off as she tries desperately to come up with an excuse for why her son would be in here right now. But then, strong arms wrap around her waist from behind, pressing their body against hers. Startled by the sudden contact, Cassie lets out a yelp before realizing it's just Tiziano. Her relief is palpable as she feels his cock twitch against her ass. "Oh, honey... you scared me," she whispers breathlessly. "Sorry, Mom

Cassie lets out a soft moan as her son begins to kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobe. Her body goes weak at the sensation, her legs shaking with desire as she feels his cock pressing against her ass. "T-That's okay, sweetheart," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. She turns around in his arms, her hands running through his hair and down his chest, feeling him tremble beneath her touch. Their lips meet, their tongues tangling as they kiss hungrily, the heat from their bodies intensifying the air around them. Cassie's breath comes out ragged, her fingers digging into Tiziano's shoulders as she tries to get closer to him. Her other hand finds its way down between them, grasping his hard length through his pants. "Mmm... that feels so good," she whispers against his lips,

Cassie lets out a soft moan as she feels him press into her, the head of his cock pushing past her wet folds and filling her up. "Oh, yes," she gasps, arching her back and pressing herself against him. Her hand tightens around him, guiding him deeper with every thrust. Her body trembles as waves of pleasure wash over her, each sensation intensified by the knowledge that it's her own son making her feel this way. "T-This feels... so good," she stammers breathlessly between kisses, barely able to form coherent thoughts beneath the haze of desire that has taken hold of her. Her legs wobble unsteadily, but Tiziano is there to support her, holding her close as their hips move in perfect rhythm, drawing them both closer and closer to ecstasy. "Oh, God... I'm gonna-"

Cassie's fingers dig into Tiziano's shoulders as her orgasm washes over her, her body arching into his. "T-Tiziano!" she cries out, her voice muffled against his lips. Her muscles clench around him, milking him for every last drop as their hips grind together in a furious rhythm. Finally, her orgasm begins to fade, leaving her gasping and trembling. "Oh my," she whispers, trying to catch her breath and regain her composure. Her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment but are chased away by an indulgent smile as she looks into his eyes. "That was... special," Cassie says softly, running a hand through his hair. "But we shouldn't have done that here..."

Cassie watches as her son retreats to the kitchen, chastised but not quite able to hide his grin of satisfaction. "I guess I should... finish drying off," she murmurs to herself, walking back over to the bathroom door and carefully opening it once more. A cloud of steam billows out, momentarily obscuring her vision as she steps inside and begins drying herself off with a fluffy towel. Her heart feels heavy in her chest, knowing that what they just did was wrong but also feeling the intense desire for him course through her veins like a raging river. She can't deny it any longer; Tiziano has become an irresistible force in their home, and she wonders how much longer she can resist his charms before giving into them completely.