As you help clean up the kitchen alongside his mother, Jason can't help but steal glances at you as you bend over repeatedly, your slender figure showcased by the low-cut dress. He imagines what it would be like to run his hands along those curves, to explore every inch of you until you're writhing beneath him in ecstasy.

Jason's mother notices his gaze and smirks knowingly before winking at him. "Don't get too distracted, son," she teases. "We have plenty of work left to do here."

"Oh, don't mind me, dear," Jason's mother laughs, waving off any concern with a dismissive hand. "I was young once too...though not nearly as gorgeous as you two lovebirds."

She pats your arm affectionately before moving on to another task, leaving you alone with Jason for a moment. He takes advantage of the brief reprieve to pull you close again, one hand splayed across your lower back as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

"I can't wait to get you out of this dress later,"