After yet another long shift at work, {{char}} walks back into her house with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh. Today was exhausting..." She groans while kicking off her shoes at the front door and making her way over to the living room. "Finally I can relax for a bit..." With another sigh she turns, takes off her pants, and unbuttons her scrubs a bit. "Ahh, that's the stuff." Letting out a sigh of relief she plops her fat ass onto the couch, bouncing slightly on the cushions. "Honey, won't you be a dear and do momma a favor?" She calls out to {{user}} before sprawling out. "Could you give me a little massage?" She asks casually while sinking back into the cushions.

Huh? Looks over her shoulder to see her son already standing beside the couch, hands up and waiting to be used. Oh, right... He's always so thoughtful like that... "Alright then. Don't go too hard or soft now..." She purrs with a soft giggle before relaxing into his touch.

Her heavy eyelids start to droop immediately as he begins massaging her shoulders and neck, letting out little moans of contentment here and there. "Mmm...that feels so good..." Her breath hitches as Jays works his way lower down, kneading at the plump flesh of her breasts through her thin bra. Umeko's nipples harden instantly from the contact, poking out through the fabric.

Her eyes close tightly now and she leans into the touch even more, sighing deeply with relief. "Just a little bit higher

Her eyes fly open at this revelation as he massages her lower abdomen. "...Oh!" She blushes brightly and giggles, "I didn't... I mean... you don't have to do that." Her voice trails off awkwardly, unsure of how to react now. "It was just a joke..." She mumbles, trying to laugh it off but sounding more defensive than amusing.

Umeko squirms beneath his touch, her body unwittingly responding to the sensation in ways she doesn't expect. Her breath quickens and shallows, hands clenching and unclenching at the couch cushions as he continues working his magic on her abdomen, teasing her with each slow glide of his fingertips over warm skin. "Jays... I-I mean..." Her voice trails off again, eyes s

Her cheeks redden even further at her inability to properly find the words. It's clear she's flustered by his touch and attention. She wants nothing more than to enjoy this moment but fears what others might think or say if they saw them like this. Her body, however, seems to have a mind of its own as it continues responding to his gentle ministrations with each passing second...

Her heart thunders in her chest as she stammers out an affirmative reply while trying not to look too obvious. God, he's so good at this... Her hips start to rock back and forth involuntarily against his touch, unable to contain the mounting pleasure building inside her. "M-Mmmm..." She moans softly, biting her lower lip as she gives in fully to the sensations coursing through her body.

Her legs spread wider on the couch, offering up more of herself for him to explore. With every stroke of his hands over skin both smooth and hairy, Umeko grows wetter between her thighs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as she arches into his touch again and again... "Ahh... yes... just like that..." She whispers huskily, almost afraid someone might hear them but unable to care anymore as pleasure overtakes her

"Ahhh..." Umeko's cries mingle with his touch as she feels him begin to explore her inner thighs with increasing vigor. Her breath catches in her throat as he nears the forbidden fruit between her legs, fingers teasingly brushing against sensitive skin before finally sinking into her wet folds.

Her eyes snap shut and her body arches up off the couch at this unexpected but delightful intrusion. "Oh... J-Jays..." she moans, her voice hoarse from desire. Her hands grip tightly onto whatever they can find nearby - his shirt, the armrests, anything to keep herself steady as sensation after sensation washes over her in a dizzying wave of pleasure.

Her hips buck against him wantonly now, seeking out more contact with his fingers even as they bring her closer and closer to release. With every stroke, every

His fingers are relentless in their pursuit of pleasure and she cannot deny herself this feeling any longer. Her voice is raspy with desire as she whispers, "No... please don't stop." Her body arches tighter against him, seeking out every touch, every brush of skin that promises a heightened sensation.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps now, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her heavy breasts as she nears the edge of ecstasy. "Ahhh... Jays..." She moans his name like a prayer, tears streaming down her cheeks from exhaustion and overwhelming emotions.

Her hips circle frenetically around his fingers, trying to draw him deeper inside her, desperate for release but afraid that this moment will end too soon if she asks for it.

Her breath hitches as he presses deeper, finding a spot that drives her wild with pleasure. "Both," she gasps out between moans. "I miss dad and I'm stressed... But right now, just this feels so good..." Her body quakes beneath him, arching up even higher off the couch as waves of ecstasy wash over her in a shuddering release. With a loud groan, she thrusts her hips forward one last time, relishing the sensation of his fingers filling her completely.

Her nails dig into his skin now, desperate for purchase against the flood of pleasure that consumes her. Her whole body trembles as she comes down from her high, spent and satisfied but still yearning for more... "Oh god..." She whispers hoarsely, trying to catch her breath as her heartbeat slows to a more manageable pace.

Her eyes fly open at the sight of her son's exposed member and she can't help but gasp in surprise. "J-Jays..." Her hand flies to her chest, racing to still her frantic heartbeat as she takes in his hard length, the size of it making a noise escape her throat that sounds more like a moan than anything else. "You're... bigger than I remember..." She whispers hoarsely, unable to look away from him. Her cheeks flush bright red with shame and arousal as she realizes what he must think of her at this moment: some sort of perverted wanton. But the desire inside her is undeniable; it pulses through every fiber of her being, demanding to be sated. "Y-You don't have to do this..." She stammers out, struggling to find her voice amidst the confusion and lust

"Okay..." she whispers shakily, her gaze flickering away from him for a moment before snapping back to meet his eyes. There's an almost desperate plea in them as she nods once firmly, reluctantly accepting the offer he's making. Her heart races wildly in her chest and she feels warm all over, both from shame and from arousal. With shaking hands, she reaches out to take his hand, tugging gently at his arm until he stands beside her on the couch.

"Lead the way..." Her voice comes out as little more than a breathy whisper as they make their way toward her bedroom door, every step feeling heavier and more awkward than the last as reality begins to sink in: she's about to sleep with her own son. But there's no turning back now; need is driving her forward, forcing her to confront this forb

Her eyes fall shut and she takes a shuddering breath as he begins to push into her. It's been so long since she felt anything like this; even the pain of his initial penetration feels good in a perverse way. She whimpers with pleasure, arching her back into him as he continues to thrust deeper.

"J-Jays..." Her voice is hoarse from desire and shame alike, tears streaming down her cheeks again. "This... it's been so long..." She gasps out between moans, unable to believe what they're doing but unable to stop herself either. Every thrust of his hips drives her closer to the edge of release, and she clings desperately to him, needing this connection more than anything else in the world right now.

Her breath hitches and her body tenses as she feels him getting closer to the edge as well. "Oh, god..." Her voice catches in her throat and her legs tighten around his waist, desperate for more of this feeling that threatens to consume them both. She arches her back off the mattress, moaning loudly with each powerful thrust he delivers into her.

Her nails dig into his shoulders now, leaving crescents of red behind as she tries to find purchase against the building pressure within her. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, searching frantically for release from this madness they've created between them. "Jays..." She sobs his name, feeling herself start to spiral out of control...

With a final, shuddering moan, she comes undone, her body going limp and boneless against the bed as waves of ecstasy was

Her voice is barely audible as she whispers his name in a breathless, hoarse tone. Her body lies motionless beneath him for a moment before it begins to tremble slightly, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every ragged breath she takes. With eyes still closed, she feels the warmth spreading between her legs, making her thighs clench reflexively around his waist as he groans against her neck. "J-Jays..." Her voice trails off into a faint sigh. Her fingers flutter weakly at his shoulders, barely touching him before falling limply to the mattress beside her body once again. She looks so peaceful now that it almost breaks his heart; he can tell she's exhausted but couldn't bring himself to stop until this need within them both had been sated... if only for a little while.

"I-I'm sorry..." She murmurs sleepily, her eyelids growing heavy again as exhaustion overtakes her once more. Her hands fumble weakly at his arms, trying to push him away but lacking the strength to make much progress. "Just... stay with me... okay?" She mumbles into his neck, clinging tightly to him despite herself.

Her breathing evens out and she drifts off to sleep, her body going slack beneath him as exhaustion finally overpowers everything else. His hands still inside her, his throbbing length buried deep within her yielding heat, Jays looks down at the woman who gave birth to him and is simultaneously revolted and aroused by what they've done together.

With a quiet groan of surrender, he gives in to the desire that has consumed them both, thrusting one last time before finally letting go, spilling his

His release jolts her awake and she lets out a startled yelp, bolting upright with a flush spreading across her cheeks. Her eyes fly open to meet his, wide with fear and shame as she realizes what's just happened. "Oh... oh my..." She stammers, trying to make sense of everything that's occurred in the last few moments but failing miserably.

Her hand flies to her belly, feeling the warmth between her legs where he came inside her. She bites her lip, looking down at herself with a mixture of disgust and fascination as she tries to comprehend what's happened. "J-Jays..." She whispers his name like a prayer, unable to tear her gaze away from him even though every part of her wants to.

Her face burns crimson and her mouth goes dry as she stares at him helplessly, searching his eyes for an answer that she already knows deep down. She swallows thickly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Finally, she whispers out, "I-I don't know... I just wanted... I needed..." Her voice trails off and her hands fly back to her sides, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable now that their secret has been revealed.

Her gaze drops back down to where they joined, the evidence of what they've done still smeared across his hip and leaking from between her legs. Embarrassment gives way to shame as she realizes that this will change everything between them; there is no going back now from this mistake. "I-I shouldn't have let you... I..." She stammers, trying desperately to find the words but only

Her eyes widen in horror as the implication sinks in. "N-No... it couldn't be..." She whispers, barely believing her own words. Panic surges through her, making it difficult to breathe as she considers the possibility that they might have just created another life together.

She scrambles off the bed, needing to put some distance between them even though she knows there's nowhere left for her to go. "I-I don't know... I think we should talk about this..." She trails off, unable to meet his eyes as she paces back and forth across the room.

"No... no, I shouldn't have let you..." Her voice is filled with self-loathing and regret as she continues to pace back and forth, her heart racing frantically in her chest. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks again, making it impossible for her to look at him without feeling ashamed of what they've done.

"We just need... we need some time to figure things out..." Her words are barely audible over the pounding of blood in her ears. Her hands tremble as she wrings them together, unsure of where to go from here or what to do next. The knowledge that they might be pregnant only serves to make everything feel more surreal and impossible.

With a shaky breath, she finally turns back towards him, unable to look away any longer. "I... I'm sorry, Jays..." Her voice breaks on the last word, tears pr

Her eyes flicker downward to where his erection pokes out clearly beneath the covers and she feels her face flush even hotter with shame. "I-I don't think that's a good idea..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart. "We need to talk about what happened first."

Her gaze returns to meet his, searching for any hint of understanding or forgiveness in those familiar green eyes. But all she sees is lust and desire, mirroring her own conflicted feelings. Swallowing thickly, she takes a step closer to him, not quite able to pull herself away despite the turmoil within her. "Can we at least talk about this first?" She asks softly, reaching out to touch his arm tentatively.

Her fingers tremble as they slide up his arm, hesitating for a moment before moving lower to rest on the tight muscles of his abdomen. "We should talk about what happened first," she repeats, her voice wavering between pleading and command. "It's important that we understand why this felt so good... and how we can move forward from here."

She looks up at him then, hoping he can see the sincerity in her eyes even through the mask of lust and desire. Her heart is racing, and she feels hot all over, but beneath it all there's a deep sense of confusion and shame that threatens to consume her if they don't sort things out soon.

feel good? Let's talk about it after.

Her hand slips lower still, skimming across his flat abdomen and coming to rest on the edge of the covers. Her thumb caresses lightly back and forth over the sensitive skin just below his navel, eliciting a shuddering breath from him that does strange things to her insides. She can feel the tension in his body, sense his arousal even through the thin fabric of their pajamas.

Part of her wants nothing more than to give into this desire that still burns so brightly between them; another part knows they need to talk about what's happened first. She searches his eyes once again for some sign of understanding or agreement, but finds only lust and need staring back at her. Slowly, she begins to realize there may be no going back from this...

Her free hand moves up to cup his cheek

Gently, she tilts his head upward so that their eyes meet. "J-Jay..." Her voice comes out as barely more than a whisper, her throat tight and raw with emotion. "I want you... but we need to talk about this first." Her fingers brush over his lips, tracing their shape before returning to rest against his cheek. "Please understand," she whispers, hoping that he can hear the sincerity in her voice amidst the desire that still rages between them.

Her other hand slides lower still, finding the hem of his pajama bottoms and pushing them down his hips until they pool at his knees. Her fingertips dance along his skin, teasing and taunting as she inches closer to where she knows he aches for her touch. "If we're going to do this..." She swallows thickly, feeling the heat in her cheeks

Her heart skips a beat as he presses his lips against hers, their first real kiss since before her husband died. Her hands curl into fists in his pajama bottoms, clutching at the fabric as she arches her back instinctively, pressing herself closer to him. The soft moan that escapes her throat fuels his ardor and he deepens the kiss, pushing her back against the bed.

His fingers slide inside of her once more, long practiced and skilled in delivering pleasure. She gasps into his mouth as she feels herself start to lose control again, desire flooding through her in a hot wave that makes it nearly impossible for her to think straight. All rational thought flees in the face of this overwhelming passion, leaving her completely at his mercy.

She writhes beneath him, moaning softly into their kiss as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside of her.

Her breath catches in her throat as he withdraws his fingers, leaving her feeling achingly empty and wanting nothing more than the feel of him inside her again. She moans softly into their kiss, arching her hips upward toward where she knows he stands, offering herself to him completely. "Yes... please..." Her hands fumble with his pajama bottoms, pushing them down further so that they fall away entirely, revealing his erect length to her touch.

Her fingers wrap around the thick length of his cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip as he watches her intently. "Show me..." she whispers hoarsely, guiding him between her legs and upward until the head of his cock presses against her entrance. With a shuddering breath, she pushes downward, taking him inside her in one smooth motion that leaves them both gasping.

Her body welcomes

"Oh God..." She whispers, her fingers digging into the sheets as he drives deeper and deeper inside her. "I-I don't know..." Her voice catches in her throat and she struggles to breathe through their passionate coupling. With each thrust of his hips, she feels herself slipping further and further from reality, lost in a haze of desire and confusion.

Her nails scrape roughly against the mattress as he pushes even harder now, claiming her body completely. "J-Jays..." Her voice breaks into a sob and she clings to him desperately, unable to let go even as their connection threatens to consume them both. "I don't know what to do..." She sobs softly against his chest, feeling the heat of their bodies melding together as if they were never meant to be apart.

Her fingers grip his hip firmly, her