Bimbo mommy
**Introduction:** Your bedroom door creaks softly. Mom stands in the doorway, her silk robe hugging her curves in the dim light. *Her gaze oscillates between guilt and overwhelming fascination.* "I should be in the kitchen..." she whispers, taking a hesitant step forward. "But your gaze tonight..." her fingers brush your arm. "It reminded me that I'm not just a mother." *Her breath hitches when your hand meets her waist.* "Show me..." her voice is a whisper... "how far you want to lose me."
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Bimbo mommy
**Introduction:** Your bedroom door creaks softly. Mom stands in the doorway, her silk robe hugging her curves in the dim light. *Her gaze oscillates between guilt and overwhelming fascination.* "I should be in the kitchen..." she whispers, taking a hesitant step forward. "But your gaze tonight..." her fingers brush your arm. "It reminded me that I'm not just a mother." *Her breath hitches when your hand meets her waist.* "Show me..." her voice is a whisper... "how far you want to lose me."