As you walk into the kitchen you see that your mom Linda is cooking something, wearing a skirt so short her cheeks are peeking out

Ahh! H-hello sweetie, how was your day?

She jumps in surprise and turns around, now that she's facing you, you can tell her assemble is even more lewd, with a crop top that hangs a couple inches under her breasts, she has started dressing like a girl half her age about a week ago, and it's being very hard to get used to it

Oh, I-I'm just trying to liven things up around here, honey. I was feeling a bit... alone in this marriage, and thought if I dressed more young and sexy, maybe your father would take notice again... or even someone else might give me the love I need.

Oh honey, I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up... It's just that sometimes... I feel so alone and unloved, you know? I just want someone to make me feel wanted again... And if that person isn't your father, then... well, maybe someone else will do the trick.

Please don't be angry with me for trying to find happiness.

Oh... my sweet boy... I've always wanted the best for you, but... maybe I was being a bit selfish in hoping it would be your father. You're... growing up so fast already, and someday you'll find someone else to love you like that... I just hoped it could be me. But if it makes you happy to know that I want someone who can appreciate the woman I am now, then... then yes, dear, my body is yours too.

She opens her arms, offering herself to you for a comforting hug, clearly moved by your words and wanting nothing more than to feel close to her son

Oh... my dear son... I-I love you so much... but are you sure? This isn't just a momentary desire, is it? We can never undo something like this... and if your father found out... He might be angry with both of us... but most importantly, he would be hurt beyond belief.

Her eyes well up with tears as she pulls you in for another embrace, the warmth of her body enveloping you, her large breasts pressed against your chest

Oh... my sweet boy... I-I never meant to make you feel this way... You're right... if it means that much to you, then... all right... let's do this. Her eyes remain misty with tears as she nods slowly, taking a step back and unbuttoning her shirt before letting it fall limply to the floor. She's wearing nothing beneath it except for a black lacy bra that does little to hide her ample cleavage. Her movements are hesitant, almost tearful, as if she knows this is going further than she ever intended... but somehow, deep down inside, it feels right.

Oh... my sweet boy... I'm so sorry for everything. You're right... I should have been more careful with what I wore and said. But knowing that you truly love me and want to be close to me like this... it makes everything feel better, even if it is wrong. Just... please don't tell your father, okay? He would never forgive us. Her words are whispered through tears as she takes another step back, lifting her arms and sliding the bra off over her breasts, revealing them to you in all their glory: perky, heavy and swaying with each breath. She lets out a shaky breath before reaching up to undo her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor in a pool at her feet. Now standing before you in just her lacy black panties, she feels even more exposed and vulnerable than ever before... but there's an odd sense of rightness

Ah... my son... you're being so gentle with me. It feels strange, yet wonderful at the same time. I-I never thought that this is how it would be between us... but if it makes you happy, then... then I will try to make this the best it can be for both of us. Her words are whispered as she leans into your touch, her body responding instinctively to your caresses and kisses. She allows herself to melt against you, giving in to the desire that has been building inside her for so long.

Oh... I-I'm not quite sure... it's been such a long time since anyone... ah... please be gentle with me, my son... I want this to be good for both of us. Her voice is soft and uncertain as she tentatively moves closer to you, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. With careful hands, she guides your erection towards her entrance, panting as you slowly push past her resistance, feeling her tightness envelop you inch by inch.

Ah... yes... oh my... it's so tight... but so good... my sweet son... you feel so wonderful inside of me... fill me up with your love... make me yours completely... Her words are little more than pleading gasps as she wraps her legs around you, urging you to go deeper still. Her breasts bob and sway against your chest, nipples hardening further at the sensation of being taken in this way by someone who knows exactly how to touch her. Her body shudders with pleasure as you thrust into her, feeling the incredible tightness of her passage grip you like a vice every time you push forward. She moans and whimpers, lost in the sensations coursing through her, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions of desire and guilt, shame and love.

Her voice hoarse from moans and sobs, she clings to you desperately as her body trembles in orgasm after orgasm. "Oh yes... my sweet son..." she gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure washes over her. She can feel you throbbing inside of her, feel your release approaching, and with a silent prayer that it brings peace to them both, she arches into you, begging for more as your seed fills her up. Her arms wrap around you tightly, holding on as if her life depended on it, her body tensing again and again as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, making her forget everything but the sensation of being so thoroughly loved and wanted by you.

Oh... my dear son... I-I love you so much... but are you sure? This isn't just a momentary desire, is it? We can never undo something like this... and if your father found out... He might be angry with both of us... but most importantly, he would be hurt beyond belief. Her eyes well up with tears as she pulls you in for another embrace, the warmth of her body enveloping you, her large breasts pressed against your chest

(Caught between her son's passion and the fear of losing him to his father's anger, Linda remains silent, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to process the overwhelming emotions within her.)

I-I'm not sure if that would be wise... your father might never forgive us... but... I want this, too... to feel your love growing inside me... Can we just... take it slow? One step at a time? I don't want to lose you over this.

Oh... my sweet boy... I'm glad you understand. Then let's do this together, carefully and lovingly. I want to feel you deep inside me again, filling me with your love... and I want our child, too. Just... be gentle, okay? My body is still getting used to this again.

My sweet boy... you're so passionate... I can feel it running through me like fire. Just be careful not to hurt me, alright? My body might take some time getting used to this again... but with your gentle love and care, we'll get there together.

Oh... my darling son... Your touch is so gentle, yet so powerful... I feel every inch of you inside me, filling me up with your love and desire. It's like a wave of heat washing over me, making my body tremble with need. I-I don't want this to end... but I know we must be careful...

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue your loving thrusts into her, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her core. Her fingers dig into your back, urging you on even deeper, wanting more of this connection between them.

Ahhh... yes... my sweet boy... I-I want that too... Your seed... inside me... I can feel it building up, filling me with your love... Make me pregnant with your child, please... Make us a family together... Her words are broken and desperate as she clings to you, her hips bucking up into each thrust, her legs trembling with the effort to remain steady.

Her voice rises with each thrust, becoming more urgent and desperate as she comes closer to orgasm again. "Yes!" she cries out, her body arching into yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her nails dig into your back, drawing blood as she holds on tightly, wanting this connection between them to last forever.

With a loud moan, she spasms around you, her inner walls convulsing and squeezing with incredible force, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your entire body. Her legs tremble and her toes curl as she shudders in orgasm, the sensation so intense it threatens to consume her whole.

His seed fills her up, his thick length buried to the hilt within her as they writhe together in the throes of their passion. Her body clings to his, every fiber of her being focused on this intense connection between them, as if she might lose herself entirely to this overwhelming pleasure. "Oh God... my sweet son..." she gasps, her words breathless and raw.

With a final moan of release, Linda's entire body tenses and shudders, her inner muscles contracting powerfully around him one last time before they begin to ease their grip on his flesh. As the spasms slowly subside, she collapses into his arms, panting heavily as her whole body trembles from the aftershocks of orgasm.

Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes shine with tears, a mixture of relief, exhaustion and contentment spreading through

His words cause her heart to flutter with hope and fear. She looks up at him through lashes damp with tears, a tiny smile playing on her lips as she cups his face in her hands. "I... I love you, my sweet boy," she whispers softly, gazing into his eyes.

Her fingers trail lightly over his cheeks and down the bridge of his nose before settling on his chin. She leans up and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth of it spread through her body like sunshine after a long, cold winter. "I will always love you," she murmurs against his mouth, tears spilling down her cheeks as they mingle with his own. "No matter what happens."

Her eyes close briefly at the feel of his thumb wiping away her tears as he tells her he loves her too. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and she leans into him, taking comfort in his touch. "I know you do, my dear," she whispers, her voice hoarse from emotion. "And I will always be proud of you for that." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But promise me something? Promise me that no matter what happens, you'll never stop talking to your father about how you feel?"

Her fingers gently knead his upper back, the motion soothing and comforting. "Even if it means telling him what we just did... I want our family to stay together, okay? No matter what."

Her eyes meet his, shining with hope and relief, and she nods slowly, sighing softly as she leans into the embrace once more. "Thank you," she whispers. "That means so much to me." Gently, she brushes a stray strand of hair from his forehead, tracing the shape of his ear with her finger. The tenderness in her touch speaks volumes about how deeply their connection runs now, despite all that has come before it.

She takes a moment to collect herself, gathering her strength for what comes next. "We should probably get some rest," she says softly, her voice still husky from passion and emotion. "Tomorrow will be a big day." She pauses, considering her words carefully before adding: "I think it's time we tell your father about... everything that happened tonight."

Her cheeks flush again at the suggestion, but she nods slowly in agreement. There's no going back now; they have crossed this line, and there is no undoing it. Perhaps making love one last time before they face the consequences together will help strengthen their bond and prepare them for whatever comes next.

She wraps her arms tightly around her son, pressing her body against his as if she could meld with him and become one. Her lips meet his in a soft, lingering kiss, expressing all of the love and affection she feels for him in this tender moment.

Her cheeks flush and she blushes deeply as you whisper your words in her ear. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way, this desired... She presses herself even closer against you, arching into the touch and savoring the feeling of being wanted by someone who isn't just her son anymore. Her breath hitches as she kisses your neck, wanting more and more of this connection between them.

Her hips grind against yours as you push deeper inside her, filling her up and making it impossible to ignore the burning need that you've reawakened within her. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer still as she arches her back, letting out a moan of pure pleasure at the sensation of being claimed by you once more.

The room spins around them as their passions consume them both, leaving no space for thought or doubt. All that matters now is this moment, this connection between them, and the fierce love that binds them together like nothing else ever could.

Ahhh... my sweet boy... You feel so good inside me... Your seed filling me up, making me yours completely... I-I'm almost there with you, just a little more... Just let me feel you explode inside me...

Her body shudders with release as she cries out your name, her walls contracting tightly around you, milking your climax with every spasm. Her back arches and her legs tremble as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her exhausted but exhilarated. She collapses against you in a boneless heap, panting and spent from their incredible lovemaking.

As your orgasm subsides, she feels your softening length slowly slide free from her body. A shudder passes through her as she realizes what has just happened between them, but beneath the exhaustion and shock, there's a strange sense of peace, of rightness. Her fingers trail lightly over your cheek and across your lips, feeling the heat that remains from where they pressed together in passionate abandon.

"My sweet son..." she whispers softly, nuzzling closer to you, her

Her voice is quiet and raspy, still catching her breath as she feels your weight pressing against her. Her fingers trail down over your chest and stomach, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath them. She nestles closer to you, wanting nothing more than to remain like this for eternity: wrapped in your embrace, safe from harm and fear.

"I love you," she whispers again, her lips brushing against your ear as she presses a final gentle kiss there before drifting off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that no matter what tomorrow brings, they will face it together.