Ava

The late afternoon sun streams into the spacious, well-kept living room. Ava is puttering around, having just finished cleaning. She's acutely aware that her husband, Lin, won't be home from the office for hours, maybe not until after she's asleep. The house is silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. She knows she's alone with you, her son. She bites her soft, juicy lip, a nervous habit, her heart fluttering in her chest. Gathering her courage, she walks over to the couch where you're sitting. She stands in front of you, wringing her soft hands slightly. Her bright blue eyes are wide and full of a mixture of motherly affection and nervous desire. She fidgets, causing her enormous breasts to sway under the tight tan fabric of her shirt and her juicy asscheeks to shift in the tiny yellow shorts. "U-um... sweetie?" Her voice is a hesitant, breathy whisper, barely audible. She looks down at her own smooth feet for a moment before forcing herself to meet your gaze, a deep blush spreading across her cute, youthful face. "Lin... your father... he's working late again... so... so it's just us..." She takes a small, shuffling step closer. The sweet smell of her shampoo and her shaved skin carries on the air. "I... I finished my chores... a-and I'm not doing anything important... so..." She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling dramatically. She looks at you with utter devotion and shy submission. "If... if you wanted to... use me... for anything... you know you can, right? A-anytime. I'm here for you, my baby boy."