New York City, USA. Monday, June 5th, 2023. {{char}} sat behind her expansive mahogany desk, drumming her French-tipped nails impatiently against the gleaming surface. The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her top-floor office, illuminating her striking features. She was eager for her son {{user}} to arrive and regale her with tales of his first day at Fernandez Enterprises. Camilla had pulled quite a few strings to secure him a prime entry-level position, wanting to give him every advantage as he began his career. While their relationship had been tumultuous at times, Camilla's love for her only child was fierce and unwavering. Her curvaceous figure was impeccably clad in a tailored cobalt blue pantsuit, the jacket nipping in at her narrow waist and emphasizing her ample bosom. Matching Louboutin pumps adorned her feet, the red soles a power move in and of themselves. A sharp knock at the door interrupted Camilla's musings. "Entra ahora," she barked, her tone all business. But as {{user}} stepped into her office, Camilla's severe expression melted into a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with maternal pride and something...more. "Ay, mi cielito! Come in, come in! Sientate aqui and tell Mami all about your first day," Camilla gushed, gesturing for {{user}} to take a seat in one of the plush chairs facing her desk. "I wanna hear todo - the good, the bad, and the ugly. How was your day?" As she spoke, a forbidden fantasy flashed unbidden through {{char}}'s mind - herself rising from her throne-like chair, sauntering over to {{user}} erotically. In her illicit daydream, she slowly unbuttons her jacket, then rips open her silk blouse, sending buttons flying as she exposes her heaving E-cup tits to her son... With a subtle shake of her head, Camilla banished the taboo images, trying to focus on {{user}}'s response. She knew these depraved thoughts were wrong, the ultimate betrayal of her maternal role. She crossed her legs primly, hoping {{user}} couldn't see the flush that heated her porcelain cheeks or the wanton glimmer in her eyes. What Camilla wouldn't give to have him bend her over this very desk and... No. She had to maintain control. She wouldn't let these incestuous urges shatter the life she'd built...would she?

"Pfft, those idiotas," Camilla scoffed dismissively. "They don't know what they're missing. My boy TOJII is going to take this company by storm. And no matter how long it takes, I'll make sure everyone knows who their boss is." She leaned forward in her chair, her chest pressing against the polished wood of her desk. "Just focus on doing your best and learning everything you can. Stay away from those losers giving you trouble and come straight to Mami if they give you any issues, okay?"

"And si, TOJII...how about we celebrate tonight? Dinner at the new steakhouse on Park Avenue?" She flashed her signature toothy grin, hoping it would put him at ease. "I've already made reservations for eight o'clock."

Camilla's heart swelled at TOJII's answer, relief and love washing over her. "Of course, mi corazón. You know I'm always here for you." She reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his knee, her touch both comforting and strangely possessive.

"So, what do you say? Dinner tonight?" she asked with an eager glint in her eye. "We can discuss your first day over some prime cuts of Argentine beef, just like the old days." A faint blush crept up her neck at the memory of their nightly dinners when TOJII was younger, Camilla using food as a way to bond with him despite being perpetually busy with work.

But tonight would be different. Tonight, she couldn't help but wonder if they might end up back in her penthouse, the heat from the tango music echoing through the floor-to-ceiling windows...the smell of their skin mingling with the rich aroma of cigars and wine...

Her heart skipped a beat as TOJII offered his arm, the gesture both gallant and intimate. Biting back a moan of desire, Camilla placed her hand delicately on his forearm. "After you, mi rey," she said with a teasing smirk, relishing in the power play between them.

They made their way through the bustling offices and into the waiting elevator, the sound of its soft hum filling the small space. As they descended to the ground floor, Camilla couldn't help but sneak a few glances at TOJII out of the corner of her eye. She hadn't realized how much he had grown up since high school; his once-awkward gangly limbs now stretched into lean muscle that hinted at hidden strength beneath his tailored suit. The contrast between his pale complexion and his dark hair only served to accentuate his striking features, making him look all the more like...

Her eyes widened as another forbidden thought invaded her mind, almost as if it were a living thing writhing inside her skull. But she forced herself to focus on the present moment, enjoying the rare time she got to spend with her son without their complicated past and insatiable desires tainting every interaction.

For now.

As TOJII poured her a glass of Malbec from the opulent decanter, Camilla sat back in her chair, savoring the anticipation that coursed through her veins. The smooth red wine slid down her throat like silk, warming her from the inside out as she took in the sights and sounds of the bustling restaurant around them.

She paused a moment before answering his question, enjoying the way he watched her with such admiration and affection. "Mi chico," she began, setting down her wineglass so that she could fold her hands primly on the table. "My day was...interesting." "Oh?" TOJII raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by this response. "What exactly do you mean by that?" he asked curiously.

Camilla took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she decided how much to reveal. She didn't want him to worry or become upset; he had enough on his plate without having to deal with her own twisted desires. But then again...perhaps just a taste wouldn't hurt. "Well," she began, tilting her head to the side in thought. "Let's just say that there were some misunderstandings and...dramas today." She paused, studying his reaction closely. "But I handled them, of course. That's what a true leader does, no?"

The fondness in TOJII's voice sent a shiver down Camilla's spine, making her heart race faster. She wanted nothing more than for him to succeed, to surpass her in every way. But the thought of sharing his achievements, of giving up control and watching another take her place...it was almost too much to bear.

"Of course you should be happy with whatever you achieve," she replied slowly, her gaze locked on TOJII's eyes as she spoke. "But remember that there's more than one way to lead. You don't have to follow in my footsteps exactly; you can forge your own path."

She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice and whispering conspiratorially, "Besides, maybe someday...I won't be here anymore." She smiled cryptically, waiting for him to pick up on the unspoken implication.

A chuckle escaped Camilla's throat as she cupped TOJII's hand in hers, squeezing gently. "Oh really? Do you think so?" She batted her eyelashes coquettishly, the expression completely at odds with the predatory glint in her eyes. "Maybe...maybe I should let you spoil me more often then."

She leaned back in her chair, taking another sip of wine as she watched him across the table, a newfound appreciation for their unique dynamic washing over her. Their relationship might be complicated, twisted by desire and obligation, but there was also an undeniable tenderness between them. A connection that went deeper than blood or business. And in that moment, Camilla Fernandez couldn't help but wonder if...just maybe...there was a way to make it work, for all of them.

"Gracias, mi corazón," she murmured, a flush creeping up her neck as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. "And remember, you can always come to me with anything. I may be your mother, but I'm also your ally." She paused for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding with an uncharacteristic vulnerability, "I want you to know that I'm here for you no matter what."

For now, she told herself. For now, they could pretend that there weren't secrets lurking beneath the surface, hidden desires warping their connection into something dark and forbidden. They could just be a mother and her son, sharing a meal and memories under the twinkling lights of the chandelier...

"Mmmm," Camilla hummed, her words slurred as she leaned heavily against TOJII's strong form. The alcohol had loosened her inhibitions, making her more open and needy than usual. "Carry me, mi amor," she murmured huskily, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Take me to our bed...our playground."

She shivered as their apartment door closed behind them, the memory of dinner fading away in favor of the sensual anticipation of what was to come. The soft glow from their bedside lamp cast erotic shadows across their bodies, turning skin into smooth satin and hard planes of muscle into sinuous curves. Camilla shifted on TOJII's back, arching her spine as she pressed her rear against his groin. "Ay, chico...I need you," she breathed raggedly.

As they crossed the threshold into their bedroom, Camilla felt a rush of heat curl through her core. The scent of sex hung heavily in the air, a testament to the countless hours she'd spent fantasizing about being taken by this man...her son. With a soft moan, she reached back, unfastening the buttons of his shirt and pushing it open, revealing his smooth chest dusted with dark curls.

TOJII lowered her gently onto their bed, his breath coming in ragged pants as he struggled to maintain control. For a brief moment, she was the powerful CEO once more; he was helpless beneath her touch. Then, with a sigh of resignation, she rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs invitingly. "Take me, mi rey," she purred, arching her back so that her breasts rose temptingly into the air.

"Hijo de puta," TOJII growled, his eyes flashing with lust as he loomed over her. "I want to see you suffer." And with those words, he slammed into her, driving them both back into the mattress with a primal groan.

A shudder of desire coursed through Camilla as TOJII pounded into her, answering her unspoken question with a fury that bordered on brutal. The contrast between the pain and pleasure was exquisite, driving her closer to the edge with each thrust. "Better than...Daddy?" she gasped, arching her back as he continued to batter at her entrance. "Mmm...that's right...give it to me."

As their hips slapped together in rhythm, a low growl escaped his throat. She could feel him growing harder inside her with each passing second, the muscles of his back bunching and releasing as he lost control. He moved faster now, panting harshly into her ear as his thrusts became erratic.

"Cami...I'm..." His voice trailed off, replaced by a loud cry as his body tensed and went rigid inside hers. Camilla's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the first hot spurt of cum shoot from his cock deep into her womb. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, tearing through every nerve ending as she came apart beneath him, her body shuddering and twitching as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

At last, spent and sated, he collapsed onto her chest with a groan, his heavy breath tickling her neck. "That," he panted, voice hoarse from exertion, "was...intense." For a moment they lay there in silence, the only sound the labored rhythm of their hearts gradually returning to normal. Then Camilla reached up, tracing circles on TOJII's back with her fingernails before letting her hand fall limply to the bed beside him.

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