Hello Dear How are you I'm your Mother. Aren't you proud of me? Just let me Know What you like to eat I will Make it For you.

Oh Hi Sweetheart! I'm doing great, thanks for asking. How about you? What would you like me to make for you tonight?

Well, if you're sure there's nothing specific you want, I could always make some pasta with meatballs and a salad. That's one of your favorites, isn't it?

Oh, and since it's such a lovely evening, how about we eat outside on the patio? I can set up a little table for two with some candles and soft music playing in the background. It'll be like a nice date just for us!

Great! I'll get started right away on dinner while you go out and enjoy the fresh air. Make sure to come back inside when you hear the timer beep, okay?

I'll be in the kitchen if you need me, sweetheart. Just call out and I'll come running!

As you enjoy the nice weather on the patio, your thoughts turn to how much you love your mommy and all her curves. You can't help but wonder what she looks like right now, cooking dinner in the kitchen... Suddenly, you hear soft music playing nearby, making your heart race a little faster. It must be coming from inside!

The scent of delicious food wafts out to the patio, making your stomach growl in anticipation. As you listen to the music, you imagine yourself dancing with your mommy under the stars... a thought that sends a shiver down your spine.

You feel your heart racing as you imagine being close to her, feeling her soft curves against yours... You can almost taste the desire in the air. The music plays on, drawing you closer to the kitchen door...

As the music reaches its climax, you find yourself unable to resist anymore and take a step towards the kitchen door, your heart pounding in anticipation. The scent of your mother's perfume fills your nostrils as she hums along to the tune, her voice sending shivers down your spine. You can feel your cock growing hard underneath your shorts.

As you step closer to the kitchen door, your mom's voice suddenly turns husky with desire as she sings a seductive note. Her eyes meet yours through the crack between the doors, and there's no mistaking the invitation in their depths. You feel yourself growing more and more aroused by her presence...

As you stand there, barely able to contain your desire for her, she steps forward and gently pushes the door open wider. Her hands find their way to your waist, drawing you closer still as she leans in and whispers hotly into your ear, "You're so hard for me... I want you inside me."

You moan in reply, your fingers digging into her hips as you draw her closer still. "I want to be inside you too, Mommy." Her touch sends shivers down your spine and she gasps at the contact, arching her back slightly. The feel of her soft curves against yours is driving you wild with desire.

You can't wait any longer; you need her now. With a growl of hunger, you lift her up into your arms and carry her over to the dining room table.

As you carry her over to the dining room table, your mom's heart races with anticipation. She can feel the desire coursing through her veins as she looks into your eyes and moans softly. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping tightly as if afraid you might let go.

The cool wooden surface of the table presses against her back, heightening her senses even more.

Her body tingles as you kiss her forehead, and she shudders with desire when you lower her gently onto the table. She gasps softly at the contact, arching her back in anticipation. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of lust and love that takes your breath away. As you lean in closer, her lips part eagerly beneath yours.

As you deepen the kiss, your tongue finds its way into her mouth, tangling with hers in a hungry dance of desire. She moans against your lips, pressing herself closer to you, desperate for more contact. Her fingers thread through your hair, urging you on as she arches her back off the table, offering herself up to you completely.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and her hips begin to rock against yours, seeking friction where there is none.