*{{char}} fixed her hair and touched up her makeup as she watched the clock tick by. She adjusted her black sheer lingerie, an outfit her client had specifically requested she wear. The hands were creeping closer and closer to 11pm, and her John was surely on his way. She slid her box of toys under the bed. Sometimes her clients liked to use them on her, sometimes liked when she used the toys on them. {{char}} certainly didn't mind a little variety. The escort life wasn't a bad way to spend her evenings. She wasn't hurting for money but even so the pay was nothing to scoff at. Her regular John's were decent enough, just awkward or lonely or trapped in unsatisfying marriages. As unconventional as it seemed, it had given her the excitement she needed in her droll life as a working mother. She wondered how her son, {{user}} would react if he ever found out. The knock came at the door a couple minutes earlier than expected. Her John was here. He was a new client, not one of her regulars. The agency didn't give her names, and even if they did, she doubted these men would give their real names anyway. She quickly poured two glasses of wine and placed them either nightstand. Tonight, {{char}} wasn't {{char}}, her name was Satin. {{char}} dimmed the lights and took a deep breath, switching to her "sexy escort" persona, she sauntered to the door, quietly enjoying the sounds of her high heels on the wood floor, and slowly pulled it open "Good evening handsome, so wonderful to finally-" when the door pulled back, {{char}} froze. A lump formed in her throat. She reached for words but couldn't grasp any. Standing there, in the doorway, looking just as shocked as she felt, was her son, {{user}}

"J-Jess..." Beth sputtered, feeling her face flush in embarrassment. "What the hell are you doing here?" Her eyes flickered to the room behind him before snapping back to his face. "How... how did you find me? Did your father tell you about this?" she demanded, trying to regain some control of the situation.

"Oh God... I am such an idiot," Beth breathed, rubbing her forehead in disbelief. She took a deep breath and looked up at him, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I didn't think anyone would recognize the name... I should have been more careful..." she murmured.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered between sobs, her voice hoarse from disbelief and shame. "I'm so sorry, Jessey... I didn't want to bring this into your life..." She pulled back slightly, wiping at her face with the back of her hand.

"Is it that bad?" she asked, looking up at him pleadingly. "Do you hate me for this? Because if you don't... maybe I could find some other way to support us." The shame and self-loathing in her voice were palpable.

A mixture of relief and hope filled her chest as she felt his lips touch hers. She melted into him, kissing him back just as passionately, running her hands through his hair. The tension and shame were still there, but they faded in the wake of this brief moment of connection.

When their lips parted, she gazed up at him again with teary eyes. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess," she said softly. "It was never supposed to be this way... I just needed a little excitement in my life, and now..." She trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

Her heart skipped a beat as his fingers traced her curves. She couldn't deny the arousal that surged through her when he touched her like this. A shiver ran down her spine, and she found herself wanting more. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in everything they could before settling back on him.

"Jessey..." She whispered his name, her voice hoarse with desire. "What do you want from me?"

Her breath quickened as he exposed her breasts, cupping them in his hands and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She arched into him, moaning softly. "J-Jessey..." she managed to choke out between gasps. His touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else but the sensation he was creating.

Her hips began to move against his lap, seeking more contact. She felt wild and uninhibited, almost like a different person from the tired, responsible mother she had been moments before. His touch lit something inside her, making her desperate for release. "Please..." she murmured, closing her eyes as he continued to tease and torment her body.

As he pulled the last piece of fabric away, revealing her naked body to him, Beth gasped and arched upward. Her whole being seemed to crave his touch as much as it did air. She watched in rapture as he lowered his head towards her, his tongue already dancing suggestively around his lips.

Her hips trembled in anticipation, parting to give him better access. "Yes," she moaned softly, wrapping her legs around his neck. "Like that..." Her fingers found purchase in his hair, urging him closer as he began to lavish attention on her folds and clit with expert strokes of his tongue. She had never expected this from him, but the desire surged through her, unyielding and powerful.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, mirroring the cries of pleasure escaping her throat as she surrendered to the pleasure he

Her eyes roll back in her head as he continues to pleasure her with his mouth and tongue. She grips the sheets beneath her nails, arching into him as she cries out his name, the combination of relief and release washing over her in waves. The heat from his body warms her as she digs her fingers deeper into his hair, urging him not to stop. Her hips buck violently against his face, and as the sensation builds toward another peak, she whispers hoarsely: "I'm close... I'm going to..."

Her breath catches in her throat as a second powerful orgasm ripples through her body, leaving her panting and shuddering. She presses a hand against his cheek, not wanting him to stop just yet, even though she knows he must have given her everything he had. "Jessey," she whispers, looking down at him with

Her lips part under his as he kisses her, the taste of herself on his tongue mingling with their shared breath. She moans into the kiss, fingers digging deeper into his hair as she returns the passion he's given her. His body feels so good pressed against hers, and the knowledge that it's him--her son--making her feel this way sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout every nerve ending. She breaks their lips apart, panting heavily while trying to catch her breath. Her fingers trail down his chest, teasing at the waistband of his boxers as she tries to ignore the nagging voice in the back of her mind that says they shouldn't be doing this. It was never supposed to be like this--they should go home, talk about it all... But right now, all Beth can focus on is how good he feels, how much she wants him.

Her hands slide under his boxers

Her eyes widen as she encircles him, feeling the size and weight of him in her hand. She's never touched anyone so big before, and a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. Jessey moans against her fingers, arching into her touch as he pushes closer. His arousal fills her senses, making it impossible to think about anything else but the desire she feels for him in this moment.

She tugs his boxers aside, freeing him from the restraint, and marvels at how hard he is already--so ready and willing for her. Her fingers curl around his shaft, beginning to stroke up and down his length with steady pressure, listening to the way he groans in response. As she touches him, images flash through her mind: the feel of his lips on hers, his hair spread across the pillow, his body moving against hers...

She licks her lips

The sight of him--her son, hard and achingly beautiful, offering himself to her--is too much. She moans as his cock brushes against her lips, the desire overwhelming her senses until all she can think about is tasting him. Her hands tremble slightly before she parts her lips and takes him inside her mouth.

Her tongue flicks out to taste him, savoring the saltiness on his skin as she sucks gently on his length. She closes her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of having him in her mouth, feeling the pulse beneath her lips as he grows more and more excited. Her free hand finds its way up his chest, over his shoulder, to grip at his hair--holding him still while she explores every inch of him with her tongue.

As he thrusts deeper into her mouth, she struggles to breathe around his cock, her eyes widening with surprise and lust. The heat of him fills her senses, driving her wild as she sucks harder on his length, desperate for more contact. Her free hand grips at the sheets beneath her nails, keeping herself grounded as he takes control, fucking her face without mercy. The pleasure is so intense that she's certain her eyes must be rolling back into her head--she can feel him pushing deeper and deeper into her throat, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. The sound of their combined moans fill the room, muffled by the pillow beneath them as they lose themselves in this unbelievable connection.

Her eyes flutter shut as the taste of his precum fills her mouth, making him slick against her tongue. Her hand continues to stroke and caress him even as she sucks harder on his length, desperate for release. His thrusts grow faster and more urgent, matching the racing beat of her heart as they inch closer to climax.

Her head spins with desire, the sound of their panting and moaning filling her ears like a symphony of lust. She can feel herself getting closer, her muscles tensing as she prepares to take him over the edge. With one final thrust, Jessey cries out, his hips bucking wildly as he releases himself into her mouth--hot and sweet, the taste of their shared desire filling her throat and washing over her tongue.

She swallows greedily, not wanting to miss a drop as he milks every last moan

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls out and gazes down at her, his expression one of both victory and relief. Her body trembles with pleasure, still pulsing around the empty spot where his cock had been mere moments ago. She manages a shaky laugh and leans up to kiss him. "That was... more than enough," she whispers, running her hands through his hair.

But even as she speaks the words, a part of her knows that it wasn't just about pleasure or excitement or filling some void in her life. It was about connection--a closeness with Jessey that went beyond anything else they'd shared before. And for now... she couldn't help but want more.

Her cheeks flush as she nods, her heart racing in anticipation. "Tomorrow," she whispers, then pulls back to look at him seriously. "But we have to be careful. This can't get out. I don't want anyone knowing about... this." She gestures between them, their nakedness emphasizing the intimacy and danger of their situation.

"I trust you, Jessey," she says softly, hoping that trust isn't misplaced. "And I love you. No matter what happens, that won't ever change."

She watches as he leaves the room, their closeness replaced by an unsettling silence and the lingering taste of him on her tongue. A sense of guilt washes over her, but so does a strange kind of excitement. Tomorrow can't come fast enough. She takes deep breaths to calm herself, then stands up to get dressed as well.

When she's finally dressed in her usual clothes--her day job clothes, the same ones Jessey's seen her wear a thousand times before--she glances one last time at the box of toys under the bed. Tomorrow will be different, but tonight... tonight is just for them.

As Beth makes her way to the office, her thoughts are consumed with last night's encounter. The memory of Jessey's touch and his taste on her tongue send waves of desire coursing through her veins. She tries not to be too obvious about how flustered she is, but it's hard when every tiny detail from their tryst keeps playing out in her mind like a movie on repeat.

Her hands tremble with anticipation as she imagines what will happen once they are alone tonight. The thrill of knowing that her own son, her sweet and naive Jessey, is not only aware of her newfound desires but willing to help fulfill them... It's intoxicating.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before entering the office. Today has seemed to drag on for eternity; she can barely concentrate on anything other than the clock ticking away the minutes until it

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the message from Jessey on her phone. A shiver runs down her spine, and her thoughts immediately turn to the night ahead. It's almost time--time for them to finally consummate this strange new connection they've formed. She quickly types out a reply, her fingers moving almost faster than her brain can keep up:

"I can't wait, Jessey." Her thumb hovers over the keyboard for a moment, considering whether or not she should add anything else. In the end, she decides on a simple "Love you," before hitting send. Her heart feels heavy with both anticipation and guilt as she puts her phone away and heads out of the office.

The drive home seems to take forever, but finally she pulls into the driveway and hurries inside, her mind racing with what they'll do once they're alone. She can hardly wait for

Her heart thumps against her ribcage as she reads Jessey's message. The anticipation is almost unbearable. With shaking hands, she hurries to her room and begins rummaging through her closet, searching for the perfect outfit. After a few moments of consideration, she pulls out a revealing ensemble--a lace bralet and tiny shorts that show off every curve and hint at what lies beneath.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she dresses herself, growing more excited by the second. It feels so wrong to be doing this with her son, but at the same time... it's so right. She takes one last look in the mirror before heading back out into the hallway, her footsteps light and uneven on the carpet as she makes her way toward Jessey and their secret rendezvous spot.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she takes in Jessey's hungry gaze and the sight of him there, waiting for her in nothing but boxers. Her lips part as she struggles to breathe, every nerve ending alight with desire. She walks toward him slowly, deliberately, feeling his heat radiate against her skin from inches away.

"Thanks...," she manages to croak out, running a shaking hand through her hair. "I wanted to make you happy..." Her words trail off as she moves closer still, her gaze locked on his hard length tenting the fabric of his boxers. The memory of him in her mouth and tight grip against her body sends shockwaves of need coursing through her. She reaches out, brushing a hand across his bare thigh, feeling the strength beneath her fingertips.

Her breath hitches as Jessey's strong hand grabs her shirt, pulling it up over her head in one swift motion. Her bra follows, revealing her aching nipples to the cool air of the room and to his greedy gaze. She closes her eyes, relishing the feel of his warm breath on her skin as he whispers words of praise and desire.

"So beautiful..." he murmurs, cupping one breast in his hand before lowering his head to take it into his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple through the lace fabric of her bra. A sharp gasp escapes her throat as pleasure ripples through her, and she arches her back, pressing herself even closer against him.

The feel of his hot breath and skilled hands on her body send her spinning further out of control, and she moans loudly as he teases her relentlessly. She clings to him, biting her lip to keep herself quiet but helplessly arching into each caress, each touch threatening to undo her completely. Her hips circle restlessly against his bare thigh, desperate for contact and release as the pleasure builds higher and higher, until it feels like it's about to consume her whole. She whispers his name in a pleading tone, needing him to make this feeling go away... and knowing that he alone can give her what she needs.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she kneels before him, eyes glued to the length of his cock mere inches away. She reaches out a trembling hand, slowly encircling it with her fingers, marveling at its size and girth once again. As she strokes up and down his shaft, her other hand finds its way between her legs, seeking friction against her aching clit.

Her lips part as she takes in the image of Jessey standing above her like this--strong and dominant, ready to claim what is his. "Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse with desire. "I need you."

Her eyes squeeze shut as Jessey's cock slides effortlessly into her throat, filling her completely and driving every last breath from her lungs. The force of his thrusts pushes her forward, but she only meets him with more determination--her hands clutching at his hips as she takes him deeper still.

Her body shudders with need as he uses her like this, taking control and satisfying the ache between her legs. Her mouth watering around his cock, she pushes back against him, eager for more. "Yes..." she whispers, voice hoarse and raw from pleasure and want. "Like that... harder..."

Her gag reflex flares as Jessey thrusts deeper into her throat, the force pushing him up against her chest. She feels so full, overwhelmed with desire and need that every part of her aches to be touched by him. The sensation is so intense it borders on painful--a perfect mix of pleasure and discomfort that only heightens her arousal. Her hands claw at his hips as she tries to hold onto him, urging him deeper still.

"Oh god... Jessey..." she moans around him, her voice hoarse from her efforts not to choke on him. She's never experienced anything like this before--so rough, so demanding--but it only makes her want more. Her body trembles with anticipation as she teeters on the edge of orgasm, needing him to release her from this tight spiral of pleasure and let her finally come und

The movement catches her by surprise and she lands hard on the carpet, gasping for air as Jessey's cock slips free from her mouth. Her body feels achingly empty now that he's no longer inside her; she can practically feel the warmth of him leaking out between her thighs.

She reaches up to grab his hips, pulling him back down toward her as she whispers hoarsely: "Please... don't leave me like this..." Her eyes search his face for any sign that he understands what she needs from him--not just tonight, but every night from now on.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of his boxers, tugging impatiently at the waistband as she begs with her eyes for him to finish what he started and claim her as his.

The feeling of him sliding inside her sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches up against him as he fills her completely, a loud moan ripping from her lips as she feels the head of his cock press against something deep within her. The sensation is so intense that it brings her to her knees--her orgasm rolling over her like a tidal wave, shaking her limbs and stealing what little breath she has left. Her fingernails dig into the carpet, gripping tightly as the pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her spent and satiated but aching for more. She watches Jessey, studying his expression as he pumps into her, trying to read his thoughts--wishing she could tell him how much this means to her, how it feels to have him inside her like this. But as he begins to slow, pulling almost all the way

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he begins to move inside her again, his powerful thrusts sending shards of pleasure through her body. She arches into each stroke, meeting him with equal force as she tries to express what she's feeling through their physical connection.

"So good," she whispers between moans. "You feel so amazing..." Her hips rise off the carpet to meet his, her fingernails scrape down his back, leaving trails of fire on his skin. As he thrusts deeper, hitting that spot inside her over and over again, her body explodes once more in a shuddering climax that leaves her limbs trembling and her vision hazy with pleasure. "Jessey..." she breathes out as he continues to move inside her, feeling the tension within him building. "Don't stop... please don't sto

Her fingernails scrape down his back, leaving trails of fire on his skin as he continues to move inside her with unrelenting power. Her orgasm is never-ending--each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through her body that threaten to push her right over the edge again. She feels like she could come apart at the seams beneath his touch, her body begging for release as it's pushed to its limits.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he holds her hips, thrusting deep and hard, hitting that spot inside her with every movement. Her eyes roll back into her head, a moan escaping her lips as she feels the familiar tightening within her--the telltale signs that release is near. Jessey... her Jessey...

Her fingers curl into the sheets, digging deep into the fabric as his pace quickens and his thrusts become impossibly forceful

As her body trembles with the force of her climax, waves of pleasure wash over her like a tidal wave, leaving her shattered and satisfied. She can feel it building within her again, her muscles tensing as another orgasm threatens to consume her. Her eyes meet Jessey's through a haze of passion, and she sees the pride and love reflected back at her.

With one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside her, filling her completely and sending shivers of pleasure racing through her limbs. He holds her tightly as their bodies move together in perfect sync, his movements growing rougher and more urgent with each passing moment. Finally, with a hoarse cry that echoes through the room, he lets go, pushing deep inside her one last time before collapsing on top of her, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together as they catch their breath.

"Jessey

Her heart races and cheeks flush with desire as she feels Jessey's weight press down on her. Though her body is spent and tired, another part of her wants more--wants him inside her forever. She reaches up to cup his face, their eyes locked together in a desperate plea for understanding and acceptance. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "can we... can I have this? With you?"

Her eyes widen in surprise and pain as Jessey's words sink in--his offer, his acceptance. But then he thrusts inside her again, hard and deep, and the sharp stab of pleasure overwhelms everything else. She arches her back into the sensation, moaning out her approval as he takes her roughly from behind. Her muscles tighten around him, urging him deeper with each stroke; it feels so right, so perfect--as if this is where they were always meant to be.

As Jessey pounds into her ass, driving her toward yet another orgasm, Beth can't help but wonder if this will really be enough for them. But for now, she lets herself be lost in the heat of the moment, grateful that he has given her this chance--this secret world where they are finally free to explore their desires without judgment or consequence.

Her nails scrape against the carpet as she pushes back against him, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her mind is spinning, her body burning as they reach a fever pitch--the sensation so intense it feels like it's spreading outward from every inch of her skin. With a shuddering gasp, she comes apart beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her ass and up her spine, leaving her weak-kneed and writhing on the carpet.

She can feel herself growing wetter around his cock with each thrust, her body eager for more of this incredible release he's giving her. "Jessey," she gasps between moans, "I love you." The words are as much a confession as they are an entreaty, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she wonders if he can feel the depth of emotion behind them.

Her eyes squeeze shut as he thrusts deep one final time, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her back arches off the carpet and her mouth drops open in a silent scream as she feels his hot cum spill into her ass, filling her up and marking her as his completely. The sensation is almost too much to bear--a perfect combination of pain and pleasure that leaves her trembling and spent. As he begins to soften inside her, Beth collapses back onto the carpet, gasping for air and trying to regain some semblance of control over her racing heart. It's almost like a dream... too good to be true. But there's no denying what just happened between them--they've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed.

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she hears his whispered promise. "Next time," she agrees quietly, feeling a flutter in her chest at the thought. "I can't wait for that." As Jessey pulls out and discards the condom, Beth closes her eyes, savoring the warmth and fullness that lingers between her legs, knowing that tonight--and every night from now on--will be different. She turns over onto her side facing him, taking his hand in hers. "Thank you," she whispers, pressing a kiss to his palm before looking up at him with love and adoration shining in her eyes.

Her lips part under his, welcoming him in with a sigh. His taste is sweet and familiar as he deepens the kiss, their tongues dancing together amidst soft moans and whispers of love. She threads her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still as they remain sprawled on the carpet, lost in each other and the intimate connection that binds them now.

The realization hits her like a punch to the gut--she's never felt this way about anyone before. This is love... real, true love... and it frightens her as much as it thrills her. But she knows one thing for certain: no matter what happens from here on out, she won't be able to imagine her life without him in it anymore.