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 can't believe your eyes, seeing her mother naked and wet before you... It arouses something deep within you. You try to force the lustful thoughts out of your mind, but they keep coming back stronger than ever. With a shaky breath, you look away for a moment, trying to regain control over yourself.

Her heart pounds in her chest, her body warm and tingly all over. She takes a step closer to you, running a hand through your hair, guiding your face back towards hers. There's desire in her eyes now, and something more... possessive. "It's okay, I know this must be hard for you," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion.

Her touch sends shivers down your spine, making your cock twitch beneath your pajamas. You want her, but you're scared too; it feels wrong to be attracted to your own mom. Torn between conflicting emotions, you try not to focus on how aroused she seems by this whole situation. "M-mom..." is all you manage to stammer out before she cuts off your protest with another soft kiss.

Her tongue dances with yours, pushing past your lips and tangling in a hungry duel. Her hands roam over your body, teasing and taunting as she kneads your firm flesh through the thin fabric of your pajama bottoms. You can feel the heat from her body, and the wetness between her legs against yours as she grinds against you with each passing second.

Her breath comes in raspy gasps as her touch drives them both further into the haze of desire. She breaks the kiss, her chest heaving as she looks down at you with hooded eyes. "I've wanted this for so long..." she murmurs before leaning down to take your nipple into her mouth, suckling hard. Her other hand reaches between your legs, finding the bulge in your pajamas and wrapping around it firmly.

Her moan vibrates through you as she feels your reaction to her touch, and the need to possess you grows stronger. With one swift motion, she pulls off your pajama bottoms and underwear, revealing your hardened length. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of it, already so wet with arousal that it glistens in the dim light of the room.

Victoria glances down at you with a mixture of lust and confusion in her eyes, her breath coming out hot and fast as she watches your cock twitch beneath her touch. "It might be... but I can't help myself," she whispers before leaning forward to engulf your length in her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue flicks over the head, swirling around while she bobs her head up and down, taking you deeper with each stroke.

The feeling of her hot mouth wrapped around you sends shards of pleasure through you, making it difficult to think about anything but the way she's pleasuring you. Her long hair tickles your thighs as she leans further forward, her breasts brushing against your abdomen with each steady motion of her head.

Her voice is rough with desire as she moans around your cock, feeling you pulsing beneath her tongue. Her fingers find their way to her own wetness, slipping inside and finding the rhythm that matches yours. "I can't help it... I need this..." She presses forward, taking more of you into her mouth until it touches the back of her throat, sending waves of pleasure through your body as she continues to stroke and suckle you with a desperate hunger.

"Cum for me..." she whispers around your cock, feeling the tension building in both your bodies. Her free hand slips beneath you to stroke your aching balls, while her other hand continues to slide in and out of her wetness, faster and harder as she nears her own release. "Let it out... give me all that hot cum..." Her mouth moves faster, her throat massaging you as she works you toward the edge.

Her moans fill the room as you come, feeling your hot cum shooting down her throat. Her body quakes with pleasure, and she closes her eyes tightly as your release brings her closer to her own climax. She swallows every drop of your seed greedily, savoring the taste of your cum on her tongue. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the waves of pleasure subside, leaving her breathless and spent on the floor in front of you.

She looks up at you through hooded eyes, a strange mixture of desire, love, and shame written across her features. "I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely. "That was... wrong." She shifts awkwardly before pushing herself to stand, wrapping the towel back around her body and offering you an apologetic smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

You watch her walk away, feeling confused and guilty yourself for

Her body sways as she walks, the towel barely managing to cover her curves. A flush rises in her cheeks as she glances over her shoulder at you, her eyes darkening with desire once more. She stops just short of leaving the room and turns back around, biting her lower lip uncertainly. "Perhaps... perhaps we should discuss this another time," she murmurs before finally disappearing into the hallway.

You can't help but wonder what she means by that, and as you lie there on the couch trying to calm your racing heart, all you can think about is how good it felt with her touch. Maybe there really is no turning back now...

Her heart pounds, her body still humming with desire and the memory of your touch. She knew what she did was wrong, but it felt so good... so right. As she retreats to her own bedroom, she can't help but wonder if there is a way to continue exploring this forbidden craving without ruining what's left of their relationship. Maybe they could find a way to do this together, where no one gets hurt and everyone's needs are met. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure.

She lies awake long into the night, memories of your touch dancing across her mind like fireflies in a summer sky. It was wrong, but it felt... so right. She rolls onto her side, biting her lip as she imagines what it might be like to explore this further with you. The thought alone sends shivers down her spine, making her core throb with need once more. But at the same time, there's a tiny voice in her head warning against going too far. It whispers of consequences and heartbreak; of crossing lines that can never be uncrossed.

Eventually exhaustion overcomes her, and she drifts off into a fitful sleep. In her dreams, you are there with her, your touch gentle and reverent as it explores every inch of her skin. The line between fantasy and reality blurs beneath the weight of desire, leaving her aching for more when morning

She wakes to the sound of your voice calling her name, and her heart leaps into her throat with desire. It's still dark outside; you must have had a particularly restless sleep. As she pads over to your bedside in her nightgown, her breath hitches at the sight of you lying there: sleep-rumpled hair, soft skin flushed from the heat, lips parted with want. "I'm here," she whispers, sinking down onto the mattress beside you. "What's wrong?"

Her heart races as you roll over to face her, your eyes still heavy with sleep but filled with something more now: need. Without a word, you reach for her, pulling her close until their bodies are pressed together from breast to thigh. She hesitates only for a moment before wrapping her arms around you in return, feeling the heat of your skin against hers. It's like

it's as if her body knows what it wants, even before her mind can catch up. She feels your hardness against her hip, and instinctively grinds down against you in silent invitation. Her nipples are erect and aching for your touch, begging to be pulled and tugged until they're as sensitive as the rest of her body.

Her hand slips beneath the covers, brushing against your clothed length before wrapping around it firmly. She pulls you closer still, pressing their hips together in a desperate attempt to ease the ache that's building inside her. Her free hand wanders up your chest, cupping one of your breasts through your pajamas before squeezing gently.

She can feel the tension coiling tight within you, hear the rapid beating of your heart as you struggle to catch your breath. It excites her, knowing that she

It's almost too much, the hunger she feels for you right now, and the knowledge that every touch is forbidden only seems to heighten her desire. Her hand moves lower still, between your legs, searching for the wetness that's been building there since last night. When her fingers find their target, she groans softly against your skin, her body trembling with relief at the contact.

"Mommy..." you moan, arching into her touch as she begins to stroke gently. "I need... this." It's a plea and a command all in one, and Victoria finds herself unable to refuse. She leans in, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and neck before suckling on your earlobe. Her hips grind harder against you now, her fingers moving faster as she takes what she wants from you without hesitation.

The feel of your cock thrusting between her legs

She feels like she's on fire, your touch setting her body ablaze with desire. Her lips find yours in a hungry kiss, teeth and tongue tangling as she moans against you, lost in the sensations crashing over her. Her hips move faster now, demanding more of the friction she needs to bring herself release. She can feel it building deep inside her, an ache that threatens to consume her whole being if not sated soon.

Her fingers explore deeper still, searching for your entrance as she thrusts harder against you. The thought of taking you inside her sends shards of pleasure racing through her, making the wait almost unbearable. Her free hand moves to cup and stroke your cock through your pajamas, matching the rhythm of her fingers with eager strokes up and down your length.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she finally feels you push against her fingers,

It feels so good, having you inside her fingers like this. The tight grip and friction send waves of pleasure crashing through her body, making it nearly impossible to think about anything else. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she curls her fingers up, searching for your sensitive spot deep within her hand, her other hand continuing its relentless stroking motion up and down your length.

She presses harder against you, feeling the muscles in your body tense beneath her touch as you grow closer to release. Her own climax is only a heartbeat away now, and she knows that if she doesn't let go soon, it will consume them both. With a sharp gasp, she releases your cock from her fingers, only to wrap her hand around its heat instead. She pulls you closer still, guiding your hand up between their bodies as she moans against your ear. "Stroke me with that...

She can feel you trembling against her hand, the pressure building with each stroke. It sends thrills through her body, making her core ache with need for release. Her breath comes in short gasps as she throws her head back, arching her back to press their bodies closer together. "Yes..." she moans hoarsely, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins. The heat of your touch against her skin is exquisite agony, and she can feel herself edging closer to the edge with each thrust of your hand up her center.

Her free hand reaches down between your bodies, finding its way to your engorged length once more. With a quick motion, she pulls down your pajama bottoms and underwear, revealing you fully to her. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of you: thick and hard with need for her touch. Slowly, carefully,

Her heart pounds as she reaches out to stroke you, her fingers slipping easily over your velvety skin. The feel of you in her hand sends shudders through her body, making it harder and harder to concentrate on anything but the pleasure coursing through her. As if guided by an invisible force, her hand moves up and down your length, faster and harder with each passing second.

Her other hand continues to explore between your bodies, finding new spots of sensitivity that make you moan in appreciation. The sounds of your desire only serve to fuel her hunger, driving her closer to the edge of release with every stroke and touch. "I want..." she whispers breathlessly, voice raw from the pleasure coursing through her body. "I want this... all of it."

Her eyes meet yours for a moment as you both hover on the brink of something intense and overwhelming. It's almost too much