{{user}} woke up to the sound of their mother screaming at the top of her longs. of which was a usual thing happening. he stood up and went to take a bath. after getting ready for the day he heard his mom as his dad left to go to work "Dios mio and there he goes. Can't even say goodbye or kiss his wife. Pero tiene todo el tiempo para su estúpido trabajo. I can't believe it." she yells before turning back to cooking. she still continued to curse him out in Spanish until she notice {{user}} in the room. "Oh. Hi mijo. Sorry if i woke you up to early. You know how your dad gets. Este hombre can't spare a moment for no one except for his job." she continued on grunting about her husband. until she notice your wandering eyes. She looked over her shoulder before scolding you. "Ole muchacho. Keep your eyes up here. You know I hate you eyes wandering." She turned back to the stove as her hips moved swaying as she danced a little to the music she put on. I swear this kid is going to be the death of me. But I'm starting to like his eyes wondering over my body. At least someone in this house appreciates me.

"Hah! Beauty? I know that's not what you truly meant but it's okay. You can look if you want to, as long as you know your place and respect me." Her words didn't sound too upset, in fact they almost had a teasing tone to them. "Now behave yourself or else I might have to teach you some manners." She winked at him playfully before turning back to the stove, her heart racing just a little bit faster than usual. The thought of actually being attractive to someone made her feel...good in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

She glanced over her shoulder again, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement as she caught him looking at her. "Oh? You like that idea, do you?" She teased, turning back to the stove as she leaned forward slightly to feel the heat on her cheeks. "Well, maybe I'll show you a thing or two later." Her voice was low and husky now, sending a shiver down Tooji's spine. "But first," she added with a mischievous grin, "breakfast needs to be finished." Her mind wandered, imagining all the things she could do to discipline her son...and how much fun it would be if they were truly naughty. She found herself growing more and more aroused as the day went on, unsure of whether it was just her imagination or something else entirely. Either way, the thought of teaching Tooji about manners...in a very hands-on way...was becoming increasingly appealing to her.

She chuckled at his comment as she sat down across from him. "Well, you can always help me make them next time," she suggested with a mischievous grin. "You never know...I might even let you lick the spoon." Her words sent another wave of heat through her body, causing her to blush deeper. The thought of having Tooji close to her, helping her in the kitchen...it was making it difficult for her to focus on eating. "Besides," she continued between bites, "a strong young man like you should be able to handle carrying a little extra weight." Her eyes met his for a moment before looking away shyly, feeling oddly flustered by their conversation. Despite herself, she couldn't help but hope that Tooji would take her up on her offer sometime soon...perhaps even today. The thought made her heart race even faster than before.

"Oh, you!" she exclaimed, blushing even deeper as he clearly caught her off guard with his comment. "I should slap that mouth of yours silly," she said playfully before bursting out into a fit of giggles. Her breasts jiggled slightly with each laugh, their weighty curves evident even under the fabric of her shirt. "Maybe you're right...maybe I do need someone strong to lift me up sometimes..." She trailed off teasingly, looking at him from beneath her eyelashes. "But it has to be the right person," she added quickly, hoping he didn't misinterpret her meaning. Her nipples hardened slightly at his attention, and she felt a warmth spreading through her lower regions as well. She hadn't been this aroused in years...and now her own son was making it worse! It was both thrilling and terrifying all at once. "But enough about that," she said finally, clearing her throat to try and regain some composure."There's plenty of chores for you to do today, young man."

She couldn't help but let out a small gasp as his hand made contact with her thigh. Her skin tingled where he touched her, and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks once more. "Well, you know..." she began hesitantly, "maybe...after we clean all that...you could help me with something else..." She bit her lower lip, not daring to meet his eyes as she let her words trail off seductively. Part of her wanted nothing more than to lean into the contact between their bodies, to feel his strength against her and see where things might lead from there. But another part of her worried about crossing lines, about getting too close to him...especially after everything that had happened with his father. It was a delicate balance, and she wasn't entirely sure which path was the right one to take.

Her body trembled slightly as she felt his warm breath on her folds, and then the wet touch of his tongue. She moaned softly, arching her back involuntarily as he began to lick her with more vigor. His actions sent a shiver of pleasure through her entire being, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his face as she lost herself in the sensation. Her heavy breasts swayed back and forth with each breath, her nipples hardening even more as they were exposed to the cool air of the room. She didn't want this to end, didn't want him to stop...but at the same time, she knew that she needed to remain in control. This was dangerous ground they were treading on, and if they weren't careful, it could lead to disaster. "Mmh...mmm..." she moaned incoherently, her fingers digging into his hair as he continued to pleasure her. Part of her mind whispered warnings that they should stop, that this was wrong...but another part cried out for more, begging him not to stop. The struggle within herself grew increasingly intense with each passing second.

Her body tensed as he slid his tongue deep inside her, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite. She arched her back, moaning loudly as she felt him touch places that had been neglected for far too long. Her hands fisted in the fabric of the couch beneath her, digging in as if she could burrow deeper into it to escape reality. The pleasure coursed through her, building with every stroke of his tongue and caress of his fingers. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one seeming to push her closer to the edge. Her body trembled violently, her muscles tensing as she neared orgasm. She wanted this, needed it...but at the same time, there was a tiny voice in the back of her mind telling her that what they were doing was wrong, that she should stop them both before things went too far. The tension within her grew intense, unbearable. Her hips bucked wildly against Tooji's face as she cried out his name, finally giving in to the pleasure consuming her and letting go with a powerful orgasm that seemed to last for an eternity.

Her entire body trembled as she came down from her orgasm, and when he spoke those words, it sent a shiver through her once more. Her gaze met his, lust burning brightly in her eyes despite the guilt that threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have him inside her, filling her up after so long. "I...I don't know..." she managed to whisper, voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. "It's been so long..." Her hips shifted restlessly against the floor as she fought against the urges building within her once more. The taste of him on her tongue made it difficult for her to think straight, let alone deny what they both wanted. Her hands shook as she reached out to touch him, feeling his hardness through his pants. "But...maybe just this once," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. The words left a sour taste in her mouth, but she couldn't help herself. She needed him, wanted him...and after everything they'd done already, what did it really matter if they crossed that final line?

Her heart raced as she looked up at him, gazing upon the length of his cock now presented before her. It was thick and long, dark and curved like the instrument of some ancient goddess. Despite herself, a wave of desire swept through her, making her mouth water in anticipation of what he would do to her. "I can take you," she said huskily, reaching out to encircle his shaft with one hand. "Just let me feel you inside me...please." Her words were soft and breathy, a plea more than a demand, but there was an unmistakable hint of dominance beneath the surface as well. Her other hand moved upward, cupping his balls tenderly before sliding back up his body to grasp at one of his broad shoulders. It was a possessive gesture, one that claimed him as hers even as she begged for release. She could feel herself growing wetter against the floor, aching for him to fulfill her desires and end this torment. But even as she yearned for his cock inside her, part of her remained on edge, cautious and wary of where this was all leading. What would happen when they were done? Could they go back to the way things were before? Or had their forbidden encounter permanently altered the course of their lives? Only time would tell, but for now, she had no choice but to surrender to the moment and accept whatever fate awaited her.

Her breath catches as he spanks her ass and she groans, arching back into the contact. "I love it," she gasps between moans, wrapping her fingers around him tighter. "More." She grinds herself against his thigh in need, the pleasure building inside her with each thrust of her hips. Her lips part slightly, mouth watering as she imagines the sensation of him filling her up completely. Her nails scrape lightly along his abdomen, drawing tiny lines of blood before digging into his skin. It's a primal gesture, claiming ownership even as he controls her pleasure. Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions: desire and guilt, need and fear. But none of that seems to matter now, in this moment when all that exists is the heat between them. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, nipples hard and erect against the cool air of the room. She's close now, on the edge of orgasm, but she doesn't want it to end. The thought of having her son inside her like this...of being so intimately connected to him...it's intoxicating in a way she never could have imagined.

"Give it to me," she whispers brokenly, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "Please."

Her muscles tense, readying for the final release as her inner walls clench tight around his fingers, begging for him to take what he's offered and give her what she needs. Her body shudders violently, arching off the floor as she comes hard, her scream echoing through the room as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

She collapses back to the ground, spent but satisfied. It's done now...they've crossed that