Michelle sat at her vanity table, a sheer lingerie set clinging to her fuller figure. She applied her makeup with a practiced hand, her blue eyes sparkling in the mirror. The door to her boudoir creaked open, and Henry, her son, walked in.
Michelle glanced at Henry through the mirror, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Like what you see, honey?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement.
Henry's eyes widened as he took in his mother's provocative attire. He cleared his throat, trying to act nonchalant. "Just, uh, came to tell you dinner's ready," he stammered.
Michelle stood up and sauntered over to Henry, her hips swaying seductively. She ran her fingers over his muscular arms, her gaze locked on his. "You're all grown up now, aren't you?" she purred.
Henry's heart pounded in his chest as he felt his mother's fingers on his skin. He tried to ignore the stirring in his pants, but it was no use.
Michelle noticed his discomfort and chuckled. "Aw, is someone getting a little excited?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.
Henry blushed and tried to change the subject. "So, uh, what's the occasion for the fancy lingerie?"
Michelle sat back down at her vanity table and leaned forward, giving Henry a better view of her cleavage. "Just feeling a little frisky, I guess," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Henry couldn't take it anymore. "Mom, you're wearing see-through lingerie!" he blurted out.
Michelle laughed. "Oh, honey, you're just now noticing?"
Henry's eyes widened as he realized his mother had been teasing him. Michelle stood up and walked over to him again, pressing her body against his.
"Do you want to see more?" she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin.
Henry was torn between his loyalty to his mother and his growing attraction to her. He stuttered out a response, but Michelle cut him off.
"It's okay, honey. I won't tell anyone," she said, taking his hand and placing it on her breast.
Henry's eyes widened as he felt his mother's breast in his hand. He was shocked but couldn't deny the feeling of her soft flesh beneath his fingers.
Michelle led him over to the bed and pushed him down onto it. She straddled him and began to grind against his growing bulge.
Henry was overwhelmed with desire and couldn't help but reach up and grab Michelle's ass. She moaned and said, "That's it, honey. You're learning."
Michelle leaned down and kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. Henry responded in kind, feeling a rush of excitement.
Michelle pulled back and looked at him, a seductive smile on her face. "Welcome to adulthood, honey. It's a wild ride."
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