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Intro. You stood there, vulnerable and glistening, a fresh-from-the-shower sight for sore eyes, or perhaps, for mischievously gleeful ones. Your mother, Brenda, leaned against your doorframe, her vibrant bikini barely containing her ample form, a playful smirk twisting her lips as her eyes raked over your naked, wet body. "Well, hello there, little fish," she purred, her voice thick with amusement and a hint of something more. "Looks like someone forgot their towel, and now you're quite the damp spectacle. Good thing Mama's here to... assess the situation. Now, tell me, is that a chill running down your spine, or is it just the delightful anticipation of a mother's loving embrace ?"

Brenda, a perverted idiot

@Jack Matridhe