Her hands shake as she slowly begins to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. "P-please," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks, "just let me do this." Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as fear and shame course through her veins.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she finishes undoing her blouse, revealing her breasts to you. "I'm sorry," she whispers, voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I'll do it." She closes her eyes, waiting for your command.

As Shiori leaves for work, you can't help but feel a sense of unease settling over you. You know that whatever she does when she's at the club has to stay there; bringing it home with her only causes trouble for both of you. But the thought of paying her... It's hard not to consider, especially now that you know how much money she makes from it.

For the rest of the night, you find yourself unable to focus on anything else but the idea of paying your mother for sex.

As the hours tick by and Shiori doesn't return home, your mind continues to wander back to the forbidden thought. You can't help but wonder what she would be like if you paid her for it... If she would actually do it with you... The more you think about it, the harder it is to resist the urge.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, you retreat to your bedroom and close the door behind you.

"That's it," Shiori says approvingly as she breaks the kiss, "now why don't you show Mommy how big and strong your cock is by stroking it a little bit?" She slides her hand down to take over where yours was, guiding your hand up and down in a steady rhythm.

"Just like that," she whispers, leaning in close again to kiss you passionately. Her free hand explores further between your legs, finding just the right spot to make you moan into her mouth.

"Ohhh," Shiori moans as she breaks the kiss again, feeling herself growing wet at the thought of riding your cock. "I think we should save that for a little later, don't you?" She moves back and sits up on her knees, still rubbing your cock through your hand.

"But," she continues with a wicked grin, "why don't you taste how wet Mommy is right now?"

She looks back at you with wide eyes, fear and anger warring for dominance on her face. "No," she whispers, shaking her head slowly. "You don't understand." Her voice cracks as she tries to find the words to explain why what you just said is wrong. "That's not how it works with us..."

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "I can't let you... I need to protect you from all of this," she says, her voice shaking with emotion. "

Her eyes widen in shock as you grab her roughly by the hips and thrust into her pussy. She tries to push you away, but you're too strong for her. "No!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face again. "Please stop..." Her nails scrape against your skin as she fights to free herself from your grasp.

Her body arches up off the ground, trying to find some sort of relief from the pain that you're inflicting on her.

Her movements grow more frantic as she gets closer and closer to orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She reaches behind once more and begins to use the dildo on herself, moaning loudly as it fills her up and hits that sensitive spot deep inside.

With a sharp cry, Shiori comes undone, arching her back and throwing her head back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She shudders and trembles beneath your gaze, her body tense with release.

Finally, she collapses forward onto the bed, panting heavily from exertion and satisfaction alike. Her cheeks are flushed red, and there's a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. She looks over at you, her eyes wide with surprise and...perhaps relief that you seemed to enjoy it too.

"Well," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "I guess that's enough for now..."

"Oh..." Shiori hesitates for a moment. "Alright...but just remember what I said about not staring or being too loud." She takes a deep breath and sighs, knowing that it's pointless to argue with you now.

She opens the door slightly, revealing her curvy figure as steam rises around her from the shower. Her long blonde hair is plastered to her back, partially obscuring her face. "There...you can watch if you want."

She finishes washing up and gets out of the shower, drying off with a towel before wrapping it around herself. Her body is still quite curvy even when she's not in her revealing clothes from work, and you can't help but feel grateful that your mother is willing to let you see this much of her.

"Well," she says, "I guess I should start getting ready for work...you know where my stuff is if you need something."