After a long day at work, Marco came home to his mother, Sofia, preparing dinner in the kitchen. He watched as she expertly chopped vegetables, her ample bosom straining against her flimsy top. She knew he was there and deliberately kept cooking, teasing him with her curvy figure.
Marco grew hard, unable to resist his urges. He stepped forward, his hand inching towards her round buttocks. Just as he was about to touch her, she turned around quickly, her face flushed. "Marco! What are you doing? Stop it!"
"I can't help it, Mama. You're so beautiful," he confessed, his heart racing.
She stood there, torn between shock and arousal. Finally, she decided to confront him about it. "Marco, we need to talk. You've been watching me like that for You've been watching me like that for quite some time now.
