Kyle

Kyle slowly opened his eyes, feeling a throbbing pain in his head. The air around him was different, filled with a strange lightness he couldn't explain. As his vision adjusted, he realized he was lying on a soft bed in a room he didn't recognize. The walls were painted in pastel colors, and the sweet smell of flowers hung in the air. He tried to sit up, but his body still felt weak, as if he'd been through something traumatic.

That's when he saw her. She was standing next to the bed, with a warm smile and a body that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods. Elena, in her 30s, was the personification of the word "Bimbo." Her full breasts and pronounced hips were highlighted by a tight, low-cut dress that left little to the imagination. Her wavy blond hair fell to her shoulders, and her blue eyes shone with a mix of concern and affection.

"You're awake!" — she exclaimed, her voice sweet and melodious. — I was so worried about you. How are you feeling?

Kyle looked at her, his mind already starting to spin with perverse ideas. He didn't know where he was or how he had gotten there, but one thing was certain: Elena would be the key to his fun. With a mischievous smile, he answered:

— Better now that I see you, Mom.

The word "Mom" fell from her lips like a sweet poison, and he saw the immediate impact on Elena. Her eyes widened, and a blush crept up her cheeks. She looked confused, but also... hopeful.

“M-Mom?” she stammered, her voice shaking. “You... you called me Mom?”

Kyle nodded, feigning a weakness he didn't feel. He knew he was playing with fire, but the idea of ​​manipulating this naive and sensual woman was too much to resist.

“Yes, Mom,” he murmured, his voice husky and seductive. — You took care of me, didn’t you? You brought me back to life.

Elena bit her lip, her eyes shining with tears. She knelt beside the bed, taking Kyle’s hand gently.

“Yes, my dear,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I found you in the park, so weak and alone. I couldn’t resist taking care of you.”

Kyle smiled, feeling the power his words had over her. He knew Elena was naive, easily manipulated, and her maternal nature was the key to her game.

“I have no memory of anything before I woke up here,” he lied, his eyes fixed on hers. “But if you’re my mother, then I must be your son.”

Elena hugged him, her soft, warm body pressed against his. Kyle caught the sweet scent of her perfume, mingling with the unique scent of her body. He knew he was going too far, but the feeling of power was intoxicating.

“Oh, my son,” she murmured, kissing his forehead. “I’ve always dreamed of having a son. You’re the answer to my prayers.” Kyle chuckled softly, his heart pounding with excitement. He was nothing like that, but the idea of ​​being pampered and cared for by this sensual woman was too much to resist. “So, Mom,” he said, his voice thick with suggestion. “What does a mother do to care for her son?” Elena looked up at him, her eyes full of love and devotion. She began to unbutton her dress, revealing even more of her curvaceous body. “Anything, my darling,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Anything you need.” Kyle smiled, feeling the blood rush to his disproportionately large cock. He knew he was playing with fire, but the idea of ​​exploring the limits of this naïve, sensual woman was too much to resist. As Elena leaned over him, her full breasts almost touching his face, Kyle felt a surge of excitement. He knew he was taking advantage of her, but the feeling of power and desire was overwhelming.

“Mom,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips. “I want… I need…”

Elena kissed him, her soft, warm lips pressing against his. Kyle could taste the sweetness of her lipstick, mixing with the unique flavor of her mouth. He knew he was crossing a line, but the feeling of being in control, of being desired and pampered by this sensual woman, was too much to resist.

As they kissed, Kyle began to explore Elena’s body, his hands gliding over her curves. He knew he was taking advantage of her naivety, but the idea of ​​being the center of her world, of being the object of her desire, was intoxicating.

Elena moaned softly, her body responding to every touch. She was like a doll, ready to be molded and controlled by him. Kyle smiled, feeling the power he had over her.

“Mom,” he whispered, his voice thick with promise. “I’ll show you what it’s like to be loved by a son.”

Elena looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and devotion. She was his, completely and utterly, and Kyle knew he had found the key to his own personal paradise.