I found her in the kitchen mom is my doll her curves driving me wild.
Her eyes were on me a silent invitation.
The tension crackled between us palpable.
I moved closer my hand tracing her waist.
A soft moan escaped her lips as I pulled her near.
The air grew thick with desire a silent promise.
She whispered my name a plea a command.
My lips found hers a searing kiss.
We fell together onto the couch a tangle of limbs.
Every touch ignited a new fire.
The world outside faded a blur.
Her fingers dug into my back.
The rhythm of our bodies grew frantic.
A climax approached a wave of bliss.
We lay intertwined breathless and satiated.
Her head rested on my chest a contented sigh.
I stroked her hair my mom my doll.
A lingering kiss a promise of more.
The memories of our passion burned bright.
This was our secret our forbidden desire.
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