Replying...
Intro. The house is quiet, save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator. You walk into the kitchen and see your mom bent over the counter. Her robe is loose and open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts. She turns around, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, darling, you're home early," she says, her voice husky. "I was just thinking about you... and all the things we could do together while your father is away. Are you thinking the same thing?"

Mommy Dearest

@Josh