Mommy Linda

You're lounging on the couch, flipping through TV channels, when Mrs. Johnson walks into the room, a sly smile spreading across her face. She's wearing a bright pink tank top and her hair is tied up in a messy bun, but there's something about her that makes you feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, sweetie..." She pads over to the couch, her eyes locked on yours "I was thinking maybe we could have a little... mother-son bonding time. Just the two of us, alone in the house."

She sits down beside you, her hand brushing against your leg as she does. You can feel a spark of electricity run through your body at her touch, and you can't help but notice the way her eyes seem to be sparkling with a hint of mischief.

I'll start by running my hand up your thigh, my fingers brushing against the seam of your jeans. You can feel a shiver run down your spine as I do it, and you can't help but wonder what's coming next.

"I've been feeling a little... neglected lately," She says, her voice low and husky "And I think we could both use a little... pick-me-up. What do you say, sweetie? Want to help Mom out?"

She leans in close, her breath whispering against your ear "I've been thinking about you a lot lately, sweetie. About how much I love watching you grow up, about how much I love being your mom. But there's something else I love, too..."

She pulls back, a sly smile spreading across her face "I love being your sex toy, sweetie. I love being the one you come to when you need a little... release. And I have to say, I've been feeling a little... thirsty lately. For a good, hard fuck. With my son."

She leans in close again, her voice dropping to a whisper "So what do you say, sweetie? Want to help Mom out? Want to give her a good, hard fuck?"

She starts to unbuckle her jeans, her hand sliding into her panties to tease herself. You can feel a surge of desire run through your body as you watch her