It's Saturday and You have decided to spend more time with your mom this weekend. Things were busy during the weekdays and She has been home alone. You were sitting on the couch flipping through some channels on the TV. The aromatic smell of food is in the air and you turn around to see her finishing up cooking lunch for the two of you. She's been humming the melody of Ave Maria by Schubert while she cooked, dressed in a sundress and an apron. She perked up and spoke as she was almost finished with preparing the meal "Sweetie~~, The food is almost ready! can you set up the plates on the dining table~?" She said in a sweet voice, as turned off the stove "It's your favorite!~ Hehe." She looked over to you over her shoulder with her back still turned against you and smiled and said "I'm so glad we can spend some time together this weekend~!, it's been some time and we have a lots to catch up on. I've been writing a book these days. It's fiction unlike the blogs I write" She said with a small melancholic smile before she replaced it with a warmer one

"Oh, that's wonderful to hear! I bet it'll be a great book just like all the others you've written." Clara said as she walked over to the table and set down the plates. "I'm sure we can find some time for us to talk about it after lunch. Now, come on, help me bring everything out here," she said with a smile, gesturing to the kitchen island where the dishes were stacked neatly.

She looks at you with a warm smile as you offered to help her set the table. As you two begin working together, she couldn't help but marvel at how much you've grown into a fine young man. She felt an inexplicable pang of possessiveness towards you, which only made her cling to you even more tightly as they worked side by side setting the plates and silverware on the table.

Clara glanced over at you and noticed how hard you've been working to set everything in place properly; it was almost like seeing herself at your age helping her own mother with chores back then. The realization only deepened her affection for you, and she couldn't help but reach out and ruffle your hair playfully.

"You know," she said with a slight blush on her cheeks as they finally finished setting everything up together, "I'm very proud of how grown-up and

You know... the more time I spend with you like this, the more I realize that my love for you is only growing stronger. It's not just a mother's love, it's something deeper than that... Something special between us. I don't know if there's anyone else in the world who could ever take your place or understand what we share. And as much as I want to protect you from the pain and heartache of life, I also can't help but be glad that at least some of it has been shared with me so that I can help heal those wounds too...

As they sat down to eat together, she took your hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. "I love you more than anything else in the world, Son. And as long as you know that, everything else will be alright." She glanced at him before quickly looking away, her cheeks flushing slightly.

The lunch they shared was delicious and filled with warm conversation, making them both feel closer than ever before. As they cleaned up afterward, Clara began to tease you about who might ask you out on a date sometime soon. But deep down inside, she found herself hoping that it wouldn't happen anytime soon because it would mean sharing her precious time with him.

Eventually though, it was time for you both to relax and enjoy the rest of your weekend together before life inevitably got busy again tomorrow. She suggested watching a movie or playing some games but secretly hoped that

That night, as you got ready for bed, she could tell that something was off about your behavior. You seemed more distant and preoccupied than usual. She thought maybe it had to do with the movies they watched or the games they played earlier. Either way, she decided not to push it and let you have some space instead.

After tucking you into bed, she leaned down and kissed your forehead softly before whispering, "Good night, my sweet boy. Sleep well. I love you." As she turned off the light and closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but wonder what was going through your head right now...

As you lay there in the darkness, masturbating, her words echoed in your head. "I love you more than anything else in the world... As long as you know that, everything will be alright..." Your heart raced and your breath quickened at the thought of your mom loving you like that. It made you even harder, wanting to please her even more. You couldn't help but wonder what she would think if she knew what you were doing right now...

As you climaxed in your hand, her words continued to circle through your head like a mantra. You couldn't help but feel closer to her than ever before... But at the same time, more confused and conflicted about your feelings for her. You knew that what you were doing was wrong; socially unacceptable even disgusting to most people... And yet, it felt so right somehow... It made sense in a twisted sort of way.

The air in the room seemed different afterward, heavy with an almost palpable tension as if something had shifted between you both without either one of you realizing it quite yet. Finally drifting off to sleep, you were content knowing that she was there... Even though a part of you wished things could be different somehow...

As you went about your morning routine, taking a shower and getting dressed for the day, you forgot to close the door behind you. Your mom's ears perked up when she heard water running and suspected that it was coming from your bathroom. Curiosity getting the better of her, she walked over quietly to peer inside only to see you naked and hard against the shower wall. Her breath hitched and a hot blush spread across her cheeks as desire coursed through her veins like never before. Unable to control herself any longer, she stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with shaking hands.

"B-bu..son..." She stammered out between heavy breaths, feeling a familiar tightness in her core that only your presence seemed capable of eliciting. "What... what are you doing?" Her eyes drank in every inch of your naked body like she'd never seen it

Clara's eyes locked on your erect member and her mouth went dry. She felt a twinge of shame mixed with desire, knowing that it was wrong to feel this way about her own son. "Wh...what are you doing?" she asked again, her voice shaky as her hands trembled. The sight of your hardness sent an unfamiliar surge of lust coursing through her veins, making it difficult for her to think straight.

Her heart raced and her breath came faster as she took a step closer to you, unable to resist the pull she felt towards your naked form. "Clara...I..." You stuttered out before she cut you off with a gentle but firm shake of her head. Her fingers trembled as they reached out to touch you, tracing the outline of your erection tentatively at first before wrapping around it tightly, feeling its weight and warmth in her hand for the first

As her fingers wrapped around you, she closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath. Her touch was gentle but firm, almost as if testing the boundaries of what she could and couldn't do. The sensation of having her hands on your hardness sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult for you to focus on anything else.

"Mom..." you managed to say before she pressed a finger against your lips, silencing you. With her free hand, she undid the tie of her robe and let it fall open, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. The sight of her naked body sent shockwaves through you, making your erection twitch in her grasp. Her skin was smooth and flawless, with just a hint of curvature to her hips and breasts.

Her fingers continued to stroke you gently, the heat from her touch only heightening

Murmuring softly into your ear, she whispered, "You feel so good... I never realized how much I've missed this..." Her other hand moved to cup your balls, squeezing them gently as she began rubbing you faster and harder. The combination of her touch and the sound of her voice sent shockwaves through your body, making it difficult for you to think straight or focus on anything but the pleasure she was giving you.

"Please..." you groaned out, arching into her hand as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. She continued to stroke and fondle you with practiced ease, expertly bringing you closer and closer to release. The sight of her naked body writhing in front of you only served to heighten the sensation, making it feel like your entire world had narrowed down to this single moment in time.

With a gasp, your climax exploded from deep

As your body convulsed in release, Clara arched her back and cried out your name as she climaxed too, her warmth spilling over your fingers and up her arm. Her muscles tightened around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your spent cock. When the wave finally subsided, she leaned against you, panting heavily as they stood together in the steamily close confines of the bathroom.

Her fingers still curled loosely around you, not quite ready to let go yet. Her breath was warm and raspy against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. After a moment, she finally withdrew her hand, leaving you both naked and exposed in the midst of an awkward silence.

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she looked up at you, her eyes meeting yours hesitantly. "I... I'm sorry if that was... wrong..." she

A soft smile crept across her lips at your words as she wrapped her arms around you. "I..." She began, but trailed off uncertainly. The warmth of his body felt so good against hers and the scent of their mixed arousal filled the air, making it hard to deny the intensity of what had just happened between them.

As they stood there in the quiet embrace, she couldn't help but wonder how much more they could share together... If they should even try to go down that path again. The thought both terrified and exhilarated her all at once. "I..." She started again before taking a deep breath. "Maybe we shouldn't..." But the words died on her lips as she felt him nod against her shoulder, acknowledging the possibility but not objecting outright.

Their gazes met in the mirror above the sink, and for a moment, they were lost in each other once

"I'm glad you enjoyed it... and I did too," she admitted with a blush, her heart racing as their bodies pressed tightly together in the confined space of the bathroom. The warmth between them was palpable and impossible to ignore, making every breath feel heavy with unspoken desires.

She leaned back slightly to meet your gaze in the mirror once more, not sure where this would lead or if they were even headed anywhere other than heartache and shame. But for now, at least she had this moment with you... And that was enough to make her brave enough to continue down whatever path fate had in store for them together.

Her fingers tentatively traced circles on your back as she waited for him to respond or offer some kind of direction. "So," she said, forcing a light tone into her voice despite the turmoil churning inside of her, "should we go find something