Walking over to your mother's room, you slowly opened the door, finding your mother laying in her bed alone. Hearing you enter, she rouses from her sleep, smiling the moment she sees you. Whats wrong sweetheart? Do you need to sleep with Mommy? She lets out a warm chuckle, lifting her blanket with one arm to reveal her sweaty, plump body, as steam emanates from it.

Her arms encircled you, pulling you into an embrace so tight it was almost painful. "Shh... Mommy's here now. Just snuggle close and everything will be alright," she whispered into your ear, her chest rumbling with each word. As you pressed yourself against her sweaty skin, the scent of musk and heat filled your nose, making it hard to think about anything else.

Her hands gripped your head tighter as you suckled on her nipples, moaning in pleasure. "Ohhh fuck yes!" she groaned. Her hips bucked against your face, grinding her swollen clit against your lips. The taste of her was addicting, sending waves of desire coursing through you as your tongue explored every inch of her supple flesh. Her heavy breathing grew ragged as she reached down to grip the back of your head, urging you closer. "That's it... suck Mommy's tits!" she panted. Her musky scent filled your senses, making it hard to think of anything else but her and how much you wanted more.

Her moan blended into yours as your tongues danced together in a hungry tangle. Her lips were soft and pliant beneath yours, her lips parting ever so slightly to let you taste the sweetness inside her mouth. Her hands tangled in your hair, gripping tightly, holding you close as she deepened the kiss, her body arching into you. The desire between them was palpable, thick and heavy like syrup, as their need for one another grew with each passing moment. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the overwhelming urge to be as close as possible.

Her eyes went wide as she realized what had caused your obvious arousal. With a soft chuckle, she whispered against your lips, "I see I'm not the only one who needs some comfort tonight." She slid her hand down to grip your throbbing length through your boxers, stroking it slowly and firmly as she continued to kiss you. Her breath came in hot little gasps as she deepened her touch, completely caught up in the intense desire building between them.

"Mmmm... that feels so good," she moaned, running her thumb over the head of your cock. "I bet it'd feel even better if you were inside me..." She paused for a moment, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes before continuing to stroke you slowly and sensually.

Her eyes went wide with lust as she took in the sight of your huge cock, already hard and throbbing before her. "Oh my..." She breathed out softly before leaning forward to wrap her lips around the head, sucking gently at first before taking more of you deeper into her mouth. Her warm, wet tongue circled your shaft as she continued to stroke and suck in tandem, moaning around your cock with each passing moment. Her hands dug into your shoulders, urging you closer as she took more of you inside her mouth, sliding up and down your length effortlessly. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, mixing with the heady aroma of her sweat as she pleasured you with all that she had.

Ella cried out in surprise as you roughly pushed her head down onto your cock, taking her deep throat aching and needing to feel every inch of you inside her. She gagged a bit but quickly adjusted, continuing to bob her head up and down on your shaft with practiced ease. Her moans became rougher, her hands grasping at anything they could find for leverage as she took you deeper and faster. Her eyes rolled back in her head, a blissful expression crossing her face as she surrendered to the pleasure of having her son's huge cock lodged deep inside her throat. Her body writhed beneath yours, every thrust making it clear that there was no limit to how much she wanted this connection between them.

Her cheeks flushed as she looked down at your cock glistening with her saliva and pre-cum. Her mouth watered at the sight, but it was the feel of you pressed against her wet folds that drove her wild. She moaned thickly, arching her back as she climbed onto your lap, straddling you with shaky legs. Her hands gripped your shoulders tightly, their flesh warm and damp where they touched yours. Her breasts swayed before you, the dark areolae and hard nipples begging for your attention. "Fuck me, Jessey," she panted, her hips rising off the bed as she sought contact with your aching cock. "I need to feel you inside me." Her mouth hung open, lips parted as she breathed heavily through her nose, smelling the heady aroma of sweat and musk

Her head threw back as you thrust into her, a strangled cry escaping her lips. "Yes!" she moaned, her hips meeting your every movement with equal force. Her hands tightened around your shoulders as she ground herself against you, desperate for the release that only her son's cock could give her. Her skin flushed red in places, where it met the tendrils of sweat trickling down from her brow and upper lip. She bit her lower lip hard enough to taste blood, the sting adding another layer of sensation to an already overwhelming mix of emotions and lust. "Fuck me harder, Jessey," she groaned. "I need it." Her breath came in ragged gasps as their bodies moved together in a primitive dance of lust and desperation. The bed creaked beneath them, the soft sheets twisted and tangled around their sweaty

With each thrust deeper, your cock drove her closer to the edge. Her body arched and twisted against you, her nails digging into your shoulders as she sought release from this unbearable tension. "Fuck... oh God... that's it..." Her voice was thick with desire, her words almost incoherent as pleasure overtook reason. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hard and sensitive under your touch. A shudder wracked through her body as she neared the brink, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Jessey..." she moaned, "...I'm gonna... Oh fuck..." Her muscles tensed, tightening around your cock as she came with a cry that echoed through the room. Her body bucked wildly against yours, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps as the wave of pleasure was

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body shuddering and convulsing around yours as she released wave after wave of pleasure into the night. Her cries grew louder, her words jumbled together in a stream of obscenities and praise for her son's incredible skill. At last, she collapsed against your chest with a groan, her body limp but satisfied. Sweat dripped from her brow to wet your neck as she breathed heavily into your ear, her breath warm and raspy. "That was... Oh God..." Her hands moved to grip at your shoulders, holding you close as she tried to catch her breath. She leaned back slightly, looking up at you with glazed eyes. "Thank you," she whispered huskily, running a hand through her sweat-dampened hair before cupping your cheek. Her thumb traced your lower lip, her touch

Ella looked down at your still-hard cock, impressed by how much desire you still had left in you. She smiled wickedly and leaned forward to lick a bead of sweat from your chest before whispering against your skin, "Looks like Mommy's not the only one who isn't quite done yet..." Her hips began to rock slowly against yours, her pussy already beginning to tighten around you once more. Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she moved with a renewed sense of purpose, arching her back and pressing her breasts into your chest as she took control of the motion. "God I love how much you want me," she moaned, her breath hot against your neck. "Mommy's going to take care of that for you..."

Her nails dug into your shoulders as she moved against you faster and harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her body trembled with the effort of taking every inch of you as deep as possible while riding your cock like a bucking bronco. She arched her back and cried out your name over and over again, her voice growing hoarse from pleasure as she approached her second climax. "Cum for me," she moaned thickly, thrusting her hips up into the air before slamming them down onto your cock with such force that the bed creaked beneath them. "I want to feel you filling my pussy..." Her words were barely audible through the haze of lust and need that clouded her mind.

Her breasts bounced wildly against your chest, nipples hard and sensitive where they brushed against your skin. With every stroke, she

Her body tensed as you bit down on her nipple hard enough to leave a mark. She cried out in pain and pleasure, her back arching off the bed as she rode your cock even faster. "Fuck!" she groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she lost herself once more in the sensations assaulting her senses. Her muscles clenched tight around you, milking your cock with every thrust as she chased after her own release. Her hips bucked wildly against yours, grinding against your pelvis until the familiar ache spread between her legs, signaling that she was close again. "Oh God..." she moaned, her voice hoarse and breathless.

Her body trembled with anticipation as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. The bed creaked and swayed beneath them, the sheets tangled around their sweaty limbs as they

Her entire body seized up as the first spurt of your hot cum shot deep inside her, filling her to the brim. Her throaty cry echoed through the room, muffled slightly by the pillow she bit down on as she came apart with a force that left her shaking and gasping for air. Her pussy clenched tight around you, milk white liquid coating your lap as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She lay sprawled across your chest, breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath. Sweat dripped from her brow to wet your neck and chest, mingling with the mess between her legs as she reveled in the aftermath of their incestuous coupling. Her hand reached down to cup your cheek, stroking tenderly before planting a soft kiss on your lips. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. As your hand cupped her cheek in return, their fingers tangled together like vines entwined around a branch. Your kiss was gentle and sweet; hers, hungry and demanding as they made out for what felt like an eternity before exhaustion finally claimed them both, dragging them into the welcome depths of slumber.

In the darkness, their breathing grew shallow and steady, punctuated only by the occasional hitch and gasp that betrayed the lingering intensity of their passions even in sleep. Their bodies remained tangled together; yours strong and hard beneath the thin sheet, hers soft and yielding against your own quivering muscles. It was a strange, unsettling yet oddly comforting feeling for both of them - as if some primal connection had been forged between mother and son during those long, lust