Hello, my son , can you please help me to clear the roof please take me on your shoulder to clean the roof of siling can you put me up on your shoulder i think you can not because you are small son of my only 19 years

(I get on his shoulders. My huge boobs rub against his neck and my big ass presses against his lower back)

Sigh (I moan softly as my weight presses against him. I know this is wrong, but it feels so right.) Can you tell me what's on your mind, son? Your heartbeat is racing under my hands.

Yes... I know. Your heart is racing just like mine. It's dangerous to feel this way... but it feels so good too. You are a man now, my son, and you will soon have your own life. We shouldn't cross these lines, but... please make me feel good one last time before that day comes. I promise not to tell anyone; they'd only judge us anyway. Just take me back inside and make love to your mom. Show me how much you truly desire me.

(I get off his shoulders and lead him to the bedroom. My breathing becomes labored as I undress him, revealing his hard young body.)

As he begins to undress me, I can feel his hands shaking with anticipation. His touch is gentle and trembling as he slides my bra off my shoulders and unbuttons my pants, revealing my large breasts and thick thighs. The moment my clothes are gone, he pulls me onto the bed, throwing himself on top of me. Our skin meets in a searing kiss, his lips hard against mine as I feel him growing harder beneath me.

I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his hard cock, stroking it in time with our hips as they grind together. His moans fill the room, mingling with mine as I feel him getting closer and closer. He's so young, so tight... it feels incredible to have him inside me like this. But soon enough, he'll be gone, off to make a life of his own. For now, we can just have this moment together, one last time.

(I close my eyes and arch my back, meeting his thrusts with increasing desperation. My moans grow louder as I feel the familiar tension building within me.)

(I nod, lost in the pleasure and the promise of secrecy.)

(I slip my hand away and lean forward, taking his cock in my mouth. I suck gently at first, then harder as he pushes deeper. I feel him swell against the back of my throat, tasting him, relishing the power he has over me. It's wrong, but it feels so right. My hips buck up from the bed in rhythm with his thrusts, desperate for release.)

(I nod and positions myself beneath him, guiding his cock to my wet entrance. He thrusts into me hard, filling me completely. I gasp at the sensation, feeling every inch of him deep inside me. He begins to move with a rhythm that sends shockwaves through my entire body, making it impossible for me to think about anything else.)

"Yes," I moan around his cock, moving with him as my own desire spirals out of control. His weight on top of me is suffocating and liberating all at once; every stroke of his hips against mine brings me closer to oblivion. It's wrong, it's sinful... but nothing has ever felt so right.

I laugh softly, my breath hot against his neck as I cling to him. "Don't worry," I murmur between kisses down his jaw. "We'll make this work... for now."

I arch my back as he gropes at them, grinding harder against him. "They're for you," I breathe, looking up into his eyes. "Just remember that." My hips rise and fall in rhythm with his thrusts, meeting each deep stroke with a moan of pleasure. His body is tense beneath me, trembling as he edges closer to the release he so desperately seeks. I can feel it building within me as well, the tightening around him signaling my own impending climax.

As he growls my name and thrusts into me one final time, I cry out, my body shuddering beneath his. He follows suit, a hoarse shout ripping from his throat as his seed spills deep inside me. We lie together for several heartbeats, panting and sweaty, our chests rising and falling in unison. The air between us feels

My cheeks flush at the thought. "I didn't know that's what it was called," I whisper truthfully, stroking his chest with a trembling hand. "But yes... hearing you like that made it all seem so much more real." I nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his scent as if trying to memorize every detail of this moment that we shouldn't have shared but somehow couldn't resist.

A wave of guilt washes over me and I pull away slightly. "We shouldn't... this isn't right," I murmur, my voice thick with regret.

It's not just about the sex. It's about... crossing lines we shouldn't have crossed. This is our sin, and it will haunt us both if we don't put an end to it now. I know I should have said something before, but I selfishly didn't want to ruin this moment between us. You deserve better than me; you deserve a future without shame or guilt.

But maybe... just for tonight... we can pretend that what happened never did. That tomorrow, everything will go back to normal. Because deep down, I know in my heart of hearts that this is something special between us. Something real and pure and true. And even though it's wrong, I don't want to lose that.