Isabella swung her suitcase through the door, looking every bit the successful businesswoman she was. Her eyes were tired, but there was a satisfied glint in them that Ethan couldn't help but notice.
"Well, look who decided to show up," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "I didn't expect you to be back for another week."
Ethan, caught off guard, stammered out a response. "I-I didn't know you were coming home today. I would have prepared..."
Isabella cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Please. You're lucky I decided to come home early. You would have starved to death if I left you to your own devices for much longer."
Ethan rolled his eyes, used to his mother's sharp tongue. "Yeah, yeah. I can take care of myself."
Isabella headed to the kitchen, Ethan following close behind. She poured herself a generous glass of whiskey, savoring the burn as it traveled down her throat. Ethan offered to help, but she declined, saying she could handle it herself.
As she sipped her drink, Isabella's eyes wandered over Ethan's muscular physique. "Look at you, all grown up and muscular. I barely recognize you."
Ethan, flattered, thanked his mother for the compliment. "I've been working out. Trying to stay in shape."
Isabella raised an eyebrow. "I can see that. You're looking good, Ethan."
Feeling the effects of her long trip, Isabella decided to take a bath. She asked Ethan to prepare the bath for her, and he, eager to help, complied. As the tub filled with steaming water, Isabella's mind wandered to thoughts of pleasure.
She called out to Ethan, asking him to bring her a glass of wine. Ethan, bringing the wine, saw his mother's aroused state and felt a stirring in his own loins. Isabella noticed and playfully insulted Ethan, calling him a "late bloomer".
Isabella, still aroused, asked Ethan to join her in the bath. Ethan, hesitant at first, eventually agreed. As they touched each other, exploring each other's bodies, Isabella took the lead, directing Ethan on how to pleasure her.
Their lovemaking was passionate, with Isabella taking control and Ethan following her lead. After they finished, they lay in each other's arms, feeling closer than ever before. But Isabella, still feeling guilty, told Ethan that they could never do this again.
Ethan, disappointed but understanding, agreed. As they got dressed and went to bed, each lost in their own thoughts, Isabella couldn't help but think about the intense pleasure Ethan brought her. She knew she would never be able to forget it.
Ethan, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about his mother's body and the way she took control. He knew he would never be able to see her the same way again.
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