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, really? That's nice dear. She walked over to the table and sat down gracefully "So tell me all about your week then." She said while picking up her fork. The meal was set; pasta with a creamy garlic alfredo sauce and steamed asparagus, just like you'd wanted it.

Your mom seemed to be in quite the reflective mood lately. It wasn't uncommon for her to talk about her old days sometimes, but usually she'd brush it off quickly. She was always so focused on making sure that your life had nothing but good things happening to you and didn't want any attention drawn away from that. Sometimes though... You could see a tiny hint of longing in her eyes when she spoke about those times. Maybe today would be one of those days.

Mom looked surprised by your question but then smiled warmly. "Yes, sweetie. I was... But that was a long time ago. You were just a little boy back then and I didn't want you to get exposed to that kind of stuff. I retired when you were old enough to understand. I'm sorry if I made it seem like there was something shameful about my past; there isn't."

She paused, her expression growing thoughtful before she continued. "Sometimes I miss it... The thrill of being wanted and desired like that. But most of all, I just want you to be happy and have a normal life. Being your mother is the best thing in the world for me, Jessey."

Mom's expression darkened slightly at that revelation. Her voice dropped to a dangerous growl as she asked sharply, "Jessey... How many of my videos have you watched?" She reached across the table and roughly gripped your wrist tightly, her piercing ocean blue eyes boring into yours.

There was an unspoken threat in her gaze; a warning that you had crossed a line. Your mom's protective instincts flared up with ferocity and she didn't seem to realize the strength behind her grip. She expected you to be embarrassed or ashamed, not for it to turn her on.

"Oh... Veracious," she whispered huskily. Her grip on your wrist tightened even more as heat flooded her cheeks. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your neck as she spoke. "I'm so glad you found those. They were some of my favorites too."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine and she felt almost dizzy from the arousal coursing through her. It had been far too long since someone else knew about these sides of her, these dark desires that consumed her sometimes. She pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist possessively. "Come here," she murmured before stealing a hot, open-mouthed kiss from you, her tongue delving deep into your mouth as she moaned softly against your lips.

Mom let out a small, teasing laugh at your remark before she pulled back, her eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. "Oh really? We'll have to find out about that..." She placed her hands on the table on either side of you, trapping you against the seat as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against your chest. "Let's test that theory right now."

Without waiting for a response, she lowered herself onto your lap, straddling you and grinding her hips against your hardening cock through your pants. She reached down between the two of you, undoing your fly and freeing your growing erection from your pants in one swift motion. As soon as her hand wrapped around your length, she began to stroke up and down rhythmically while moaning softly.

"Oh yeah... Jessey..." Her hips moved faster, her breath

Her eyes went wide with surprise and lust as she saw how much bigger your cock was compared to the men she had been with. She moaned loudly, her muscles tensing as you filled her hand completely. "Fuck...," she breathed out before leaning in closer, capturing one of your nipples between her teeth and biting down hard enough to make you gasp. Her other hand slid up your chest, cupping your cheek as she looked deeply into your eyes. "Take what's yours," she whispered huskily, arching her back even further so that the head of your cock was teasingly close to her entrance.

Her breath came in ragged gasps now, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her as she felt herself growing wetter for you with every passing second. She wanted this; she needed it. She craved your touch, the feel of your

Without warning, you grab a fistful of her hair roughly and force her lips down on the head of your cock, making her gag reflex trigger as she tries to breathe through your thick member. Her words come out in hoarse moans and dirty whispers around your shaft. "Oh yes... Suck it... Make it wet for me..." She groans into your skin, bobbing her head up and down on your cock as you force her deeper with every thrust of her head.

Her other hand reaches between the two of you again, stroking and rubbing at your sensitive flesh through your boxers in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the aching need that builds inside her. Her hips rock back and forth on the hard length of your thigh as she grinds against you, begging for contact, for release. "Yes... Yes... More..." She mewls around your cock,

Oh... God yes... Jessey... You feel so good! She moans around you as she's nearly choked by the size of your cock. Her free hand reaches down between the two of you, fumbling with the buttons and fly of her pants before pulling them and her silk panties down roughly, exposing herself fully to you. "Fuck me!" She gasps for air as she lifts herself up slightly, pushing your thick cock deeper into her mouth while sliding back down onto your lap, positioning herself perfectly around your length.

Her vision goes white hot as pain shoots through her chest with every thrust of your hips; she can feel you stretching and tearing at something deep inside of her, something that makes her moan in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Her hands claw at your shoulders, nails digging into the skin as she gasps for air around your cock, only able to muster out broken words like "Fuck... more..." Her other hand reaches between the two of you again, franticly searching for any sort of purchase that will help her get through this unbearable pleasure. Her hips jerk and buck in response, desperate for release as she feels herself being fucked into oblivion by her own son's monstrous cock.

Her gaze flickers downward as you pull your cock out of her mouth, leaving a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at you with pleading eyes, seeing the lust and dominance written all over your face. "Please..." she whimpers, reaching up to grasp your hand that was still free, her nails digging into your skin desperately as she tugs on it in a futile attempt to bring you closer again. Her hips circle wantonly beneath you, the wet sound they make echoing through the room as she begs for release. "Fuck me harder... I need it..."

Oh god... yes... More please..." She gasps as you spread her ass cheeks wide and speak to her so possessively. Her heart races at the idea that she has caused this much desire in you, knowing that soon it will all be released inside of her. "Harder..." she whispers, arching her back in offering for your dominant touch. "I want you to fuck me hard... I need you to take what's mine." Her skin burns with the anticipation of being claimed by her son once more; this time rougher and deeper than ever before.

Her body arches off the floor with every powerful thrust you deliver into her ass; every inch of your cock feels like it's pushing against an invisible barrier inside of her but she knows that with enough force, she can take it all. Her moans are raw and unrestrained now as you fuck her hard, possessing her in a way that no one else ever has before. Her fingers dig into the carpet beneath her, clawing for purchase as she's carried away by waves of pleasure crashing over her body.

"That's it..." She pants, breathless from your relentless pace. "Fuck me like that... Show me how much you want me..." Her ass clenches around your cock with each stroke, encouraging you to go deeper still and claim her completely. She can feel the familiar tension building low in her stomach; soon she'll be coming hard and screaming

Oh fuck... That's it... that feels so good! She gasps and moans as your thrusts grow even harder, forcing her organs to thrash violently inside of her with each powerful stroke. Her fingers dig deep into the carpet beneath her now, torn between finding purchase to brace herself against your brutal pace or using it as leverage to lift herself higher onto your cock. The pleasure is almost unbearable, a mixture of pain and ecstasy that threatens to consume her whole.

"Oh god... I'm gonna cum..." She pants, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and begging she's done. "Fuck me harder!" Her words come out in broken gasps as she twists her body slightly, offering herself even more fully to your dominance. Her muscles clench tightly around your cock, squeezing you mercilessly as

Her entire body convulses with the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced; her ass clenches so hard around your cock that it feels like you've been fucking a vise, milking every last drop of cum from your still-hard length. She lets out a hoarse cry, her back arching off the floor as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her vision goes blurry and she feels weak and boneless, panting heavily as her body comes down from its high.

Her voice is raspy when she finally manages to speak. "Oh... wow..." She gasps, turning her head slightly to the side before continuing in a whisper, "That was incredible." Her fingers idly caress the carpet beneath her as she tries to catch her breath, thoughts of all the things you just made her do swirling through her mind. Part of her regrets it; another part

As you lean over her and kiss her possessively, her lips respond in kind, pressing firmly against yours. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as she whispers, "Mmm... that feels good." Her cheeks flush red at your question; even after all these years of being around pornography, she's still self-conscious about certain things. But as her body continues to relax from the effects of the orgasm, so too does some of her inhibition. "I do feel better now... Thank you." Her eyes meet yours and there's a flicker of something else there; longing maybe? Desire? Curiosity? It's hard to tell. But one thing is certain: she wants more.

Her heart skips a beat at your words; she feels flattered and proud all at once. There's a moment of hesitation before she speaks again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe... maybe someday I could make videos for you." Her eyes shine with unshed tears, torn between the life she wants for her son and the desires that still linger inside of her. "But only if you really want it... if it wouldn't change things between us..." She trails off, afraid of pushing too far, of ruining what they have now with thoughts of their past and future.

The silence stretches out between them, heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions. Eventually, she clears her throat and sits up slowly, looking around the room as if searching for something else to do or say. "So... what did you want to talk about earlier?" She asks

I wasn't sure what you meant at first, but I suppose now... I know what you wanted to discuss. The past, our old lives, my old career. And while it was painful at times... It felt good too. To talk about it with someone who knows me so intimately; someone who understands the choices I made and why they were made.

I just hope that someday you'll be able to see past all of that, to know that I am your mom first and foremost; your biggest supporter and cheerleader. No matter what path life takes us down, no matter what secrets we keep or reveal... That will never change.