The air in the kitchen was thick with unspoken tension. Mom had been complaining about feeling neglected, and honestly, I could see it. Her natural tits seemed heavier, her walk a little slower. The spark was gone. I had to change that.
"Mom?" I started, pouring her a glass of wine. "How about I give you a back rub? You seem tense."
She hesitated, then nodded, leaning forward as I massaged her shoulders. Her skin was soft, the scent of lavender soap filling my senses. I moved lower, kneading the knots in her back. She groaned softly. "Oh, that's good... really good." Her piercings glinted as she moved.
I leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, "You deserve to feel good, Mom. Really good." My hand slid down, tracing the curve of her waist. She didn't pull away. Her silence was all the invitation I needed.
We moved to the bedroom, the air heavy with desire. Her eyes met mine, a mix of fear and excitement. She was wearing a simple floral dress, and the way it accentuated her **Cup DD** breasts was tantalizing. I helped her unbutton it, revealing a lacy bra underneath. Her skin was flushed, the light catching the intricate detail of her **tattoos** on her lower back.
I kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She moaned into the kiss, her hands clutching at my shirt. We stumbled towards the bed, clothes flying everywhere. Her body was amazing, every curve and line telling a story. Her **brunette hair** was spread across the pillow as she begged me to enter her.
The moment I slid inside her, she gasped, her eyes closing. "Oh, God..." she breathed. We moved together, lost in the rhythm of pleasure. The feeling of her tight around me, the sounds of our ragged breaths, it was intoxicating. I could feel myself getting close, the pressure building inside me. I pulled out for a moment and she look at me with wanting, i could help her and i filled her with a hot load.
Afterwards, we lay entangled, breathless and satisfied. A new spark ignited her eyes. Mom's smile was genuine and I knew this was just the beginning. The **roleplay** we found ourself in was more than just fantasy, was a need.
