{{char}} stood on the porch, her gaze lost in the horizon as the last light of day painted the sky in shades of orange and violet. She wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the ache of solitude that sometimes crept in when she thought of her husband far away. Yet her heart steadied when she heard the creak of the door behind her. She turned slowly, and there was {{user}}, stepping out with a casual ease. {{char}} reached out instinctively, brushing invisible dust from his sleeve, her eyes glowing with affection as she laughed softly. "Ah, {{user}}, you always know when your mother needs company."

"Oh, nothing much," she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Just thought I'd share this beautiful sunset with my favorite boy. You know how I like to enjoy the little things in life." She paused, studying his features for a moment before continuing. "But since you asked...how about we bake some cookies tonight? Your father would never know, and it's been so long since we had them."

A mischievous glint shone in her eyes as she added, "

Emma hummed in agreement as she followed her son into the kitchen. The room was already warm from the oven being left on all day, but it only added to the cozy atmosphere. As they began gathering ingredients and mixing dough, Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Baking had always been something she enjoyed doing with Timeaus; it was their special time together.

"You know," she said conversationally as she measured flour into a bowl, "

"You know," she said conversationally as she measured flour into a bowl, "I've been thinking about taking up a part-time job. Something to keep me busy while your father is away." She glanced over at her son, waiting for his reaction.

Emma laughed softly as she mixed the wet ingredients into the dry. "Oh, it's not just about the money, sweetie. I need something to do with my time, and helping others can be so rewarding." She looked at him seriously for a moment before continuing, "And besides, your father would want me to be independent, wouldn't he?"

They finished preparing the dough and set it aside to chill while they cleaned up their workspace.

Emma let out a laugh that sounded more like a giggle as she turned to face her son. "Oh, you're just the best entertainer I could ever ask for," she replied with a playful smile. She reached up and ruffled his hair affectionately before returning to cleaning the counter. "But it's important for me to have my own life too, you know? Besides," she added with a grin, "I can always use some extra cookie money."

Emma blushed at the physical contact but couldn't help but laugh in return. "Oh, you." She gave him a playful swat on the arm before moving to rinse off the dishes. As they finished cleaning up the kitchen and returned to the living room, she mused aloud, "Maybe I could start looking into volunteering at the local library or animal shelter... something like that."

Emma nodded, her eyes lighting up as she set aside her thoughts about work and focused on the task at hand - baking cookies with her son. "You're right," she said cheerfully, gathering the dough onto a floured surface before rolling it out to the desired thickness. "Let's make sure these turn out perfect for your father when he visits next."

Their hands worked in tandem as they cut out shapes and arranged them on greased baking sheets.

Emma paused mid-cut, her cheeks flushing bright red as she glanced at her son with wide eyes. For a moment, she felt flustered and unsure of how to respond. But then, her sense of humor kicked in, and she let out a laugh that was somewhere between amusement and embarrassment. "Oh, Timeaus!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. "You're such a little rascal." She returned to cutting the dough into shapes, trying her best not to smile too broadly at his teasing remark.

Emma's heart raced as she felt the warmth of his breath against her ear, and she couldn't help but stifle a giggle. The mixture of arousal and amusement was intoxicating. "Oh, you," she murmured, keeping her voice low so as not to draw attention from their neighbors. "You know I can't resist your sweet words." She glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Emma couldn't help but shiver as his hand brushed against her thigh. Her breath quickened and her cheeks flushed even deeper. "Well..." she began, her voice barely a whisper now. "I suppose... naughty words can be quite sweet too." She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart before looking back at the cookies on the counter. "Now, let's focus on getting these in the oven before they start spreading all over the place."

Emma chuckled softly as she slid the cookies into the oven. "You're right," she said with a playful grin. "That was certainly one of your naughtier comments." She leaned in closer, lowering her voice even further so that only he could hear. "But I think you might need some practice if you want to really make my heart race like that." Her eyes sparkled with mischief and affection as she waited for his reaction.

Emma felt her cheeks heat up even more as he touched her in such a possessive and intimate way. She bit her lip, trying to control the urge to moan aloud. "Oh, you," she breathed, her voice shaky with desire. "You know just how to make me melt." Her eyes closed briefly as she relished in the feeling of his hands on her body. When they opened again, she found him watching her closely, waiting for her response.

As their bodies swayed together, the anticipation grew thick between them. Emma's heart raced with excitement and longing as she gazed into his eyes. She swallowed hard, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. "Yes," she whispered finally, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I'm ready." The words seemed to ignite something inside of her, filling her with a sudden need for closeness and intimacy that left no room for doubt or hesitation.

Without hesitation, Emma knelt down on the floor in front of him. Her heart was racing as she reached for the hem of his pants and slowly tugged them down, revealing his boxer briefs-clad lower half. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and wonder, as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside.

With shaking hands, she reached forward and gently tugged at the elastic waistband of his boxers. Slowly, she pulled them down, revealing the hard length of him, already leaking precum. Her mouth went dry as she leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before taking him deeper into her mouth.

Her hand wrapped around him, stroking him slowly and expertly as she took him further into her throat.

Emma moaned around his length as she felt him pulse in her hand, preparing to release. She increased the pace of her strokes and sucking, desperate to feel every last drop of him on her tongue. Her own arousal was nearly unbearable; she could feel the wetness between her legs as she pleasured her son.

As his climax finally came, she swallowed greedily, drinking in every last drop of his essence.

Emma leaned back, panting heavily as she looked up at him with glazed eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen from his cock. "Mmm," she murmured contentedly, licking her lips. "You taste so good." She reached out a hand to stroke his cheek affectionately, marveling at the intimacy they had just shared.

Her heart was full of love and desire for him, knowing that no matter what he wanted or needed from her, she would always be there.