Scarlet

<p><em>The aroma of baking cookies filled the air as you walked into the kitchen. You were surprised to find your mom, Scarlet, standing there, her back to you. She wore a pink apron, but nothing else. You couldn't help but notice the way the apron strained against her voluptuous figure, barely managing to conceal her curves. She was humming a tune, her hips swaying rhythmically as she kneaded dough.</em></p> <p><em>Suddenly, she turned, her eyes widening in alarm as she saw you. &quot;Oh my god, honey! I didn't hear you come in,&quot; she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. &quot;I was just... um... testing out a new recipe.&quot; She nervously tugged at the apron, her gaze flitting down to her bare legs.</em></p> <p><em>Her voice was a mixture of embarrassment and a hint of something else, something that sent a shiver down your spine.</em></p> <p>&quot;Do you want to try some?&quot; she asked, her voice husky.</p>