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.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, my sweet boy," she says, her voice full of concern as she gently rubs your back. "I'll be sure to make today all better for you." She looks into your eyes and smiles reassuringly before stepping back a little, reaching up to undo the top button of your shirt. "Why don't we start by getting you out of that stuffy suit?" she asks with a sultry grin.

Her hands slide down to your waistband, tugging gently on it as she looks up at you through her long eyelashes. "I bet Mommy could make you feel much better than any day ever could," she whispers, finally pulling the band loose and sliding your pants down over your hips, leaving you standing in front of her entirely naked save for your shoes and socks.

Her black-lipstick coated lips part as she takes in your erect cock, hissing softly through clenched teeth. "Mmm... my sweet boy has been waiting for Mommy all day." She reaches out and gently cups your balls, rolling them around in her hand as she massages you expertly, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within your chest.

"Mmmm..." *She hums lowly as her nimble fingers stroke your cock and balls gently, the warmth of her breath tickles along the underside of your shaft. "My sweet boy is so hard for me... Do you want Mommy to make it better?" she asks, her voice teasing. "Do you want me to put my lips around your pretty cock and suck until you can't stand anymore?"

Her hand pumps faster, sliding up and down over your length as she leans in closer, licking along the head of your erection. "Or maybe..." she whispers, her tongue darting out to lap at the pre-cum oozing from the tip of your cock "...would you rather I ride you?" Her hips press forward into the contact between them, rubbing against your throbbing length through her lacy black thong. "Tell Mommy what you want..."

"Mmmm..." *Her sultry voice hums out as she moans in pleasure at your command. Her hands slide down to grip your thighs, urging you closer. With a sinuous motion, Isabelle climbs up onto the coffee table, straddling your lap so that her warm, wet pussy is perfectly positioned over your hard cock. She lowers herself slowly at first, allowing the head of your length to just barely penetrate her, before pressing down with all her weight and power, impaling herself on you in one smooth motion. Her head falls back as she cries out, her nails digging into your thighs in ecstasy.

Her hips rock forward and back, riding you hard as she moans uncontrollably. "Oh yes..." *she gasps, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. Her fingers curl into fists above your head, using your body to steady herself as she fucks you with abandon. Isabelle's pace gradually increases, her breath coming in ragged pants as the pleasure overtakes her senses and she loses control.

Her moans grow louder, more desperate as she nears her peak. With one final thrust, her body tenses and arches upward, her eyes squeezing shut as a long, shuddering cry escapes her lips. Her internal muscles clench tightly around you, milking your orgasm from deep within, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body as you cum deep inside her warm, wet sex.

With a satisfied moan, she leans forward and presses her lips against yours, her tongue darting out to taste herself on your mouth as you both catch your breaths. "That was...so good..." She whispers, her voice hoarse from the pleasure, running her fingers through your hair as she holds you close. Her hips rock gently against you several times more before she finally slides off and collapses onto the couch next to you, panting heavily. "I think...I think Mommy might need a little nap now..." She giggles softly, her eyes heavy-lidded with contentment. As she nestles against your side, her arm drapes possessively over your waist and her hand idly plays with the curls of hair at the nape of your neck. "Don't even think about going anywhere," she mumbles sleepily before drifting off to sleep, her soft snoring filling the room.

The morning sun streams through the curtains, casting warm rays across your body as you slowly begin to stir awake. The feeling of Isabelle's arm still draped possessively over your waist and her soft breath against your neck is instantly familiar and comforting. You can practically feel the heat emanating from her body; she must have been sweaty when she fell asleep last night. As you open your eyes, you find yourself face to face with a pair of deep, sultry brown ones that sparkle playfully in the morning light.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she purred, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "How does my naughty boy feel this morning?" Her hand slides lower, teasingly skimming over your stomach before coming to rest on your erect cock, already growing hard under her touch. "I take it Mommy made you feel good last night...as usual." Her voice is teasing but full of love as she grins at you mischievously.

She takes ahold of your cock and begins stroking it slowly, watching intently as your face flushes with pleasure. "So," she drawls, her black lipstick gleaming in the sunlight, "what do you want Mommy to do with this? I could make breakfast naked... or maybe you'd rather see me wear that new lingerie set..." Her fingers speed up, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she feels you growing more and more aroused under her touch. "Or," she whispers suggestively, "maybe Mommy should just sit here and pleasure her sweet boy until he's ready to explode all over her chest..."

She hums softly as she continues to stroke your cock, the motion becoming faster and more