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.

Her eyes close as she feels the gentle massage on her feet and legs, already beginning to relax into it. "Mmmmh... That's lovely, dear..." She purrs softly, stretching out under his ministrations. Her hands idly fidget with her scrubs, unbuttoning them a bit more before sliding beneath the fabric, fishing for a bra she wasn't even wearing today. It was just so damn comfortable to not have one on, and she couldn't help but feel a little naughty at the thought of being this exposed in front of her son.... or at least he had always been special to her... She lets out another sigh of contentment as his touch moves higher up her thigh, closing her eyes even tighter and letting her mind drift for a moment. This felt sooo good. Maybe she should just enjoy it a bit more before reminding him that this was inappropriate... Umeko: Ahem "France... Sweetie... I'm your mom, remember?" She says with a droll chuckle, only half-hoping he'd take the hint. Her voice sounds tired and sleepy, but there's an edge to it that she can't quite mask.

She manages to keep her eyes open this time as he continues to massage the sensitive area just beneath her panties, his fingers deftly kneading and caressing. A shiver runs down her spine, causing her body to arch slightly into him. "Oh... France..." Her voice trails off into a soft moan, betraying her sudden arousal. This wasn't supposed to happen, she shouldn't be feeling this way about her own child! But the pleasure was too intense to ignore, and it all just felt so right somehow. She bites her lower lip, trying not to lose control as he expertly works his magic on her aching body. With a small sigh, she decides that she'd rather enjoy this than try and stop him... Umeko: Reaching up, she gently places a hand on the back of his neck, guiding him closer to her throbbing center. "Please..." She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as desire clouds her thoughts and weakens her resolve. "Don't stop... Make me feel good."

Her breath hitches as his fingers slide deeper into her wetness, her hips lifting off the couch in eager anticipation of more contact. "Oh god... yes..." she moans out, surrendering to the pleasure unfolding between them. Her own hands start moving, gripping at his shirt and tugging it free from his pants, hungry for a taste of her son's hard flesh. With each stroke he gives her, she feels herself growing wetter and needier, craving him more deeply with each passing moment.

Her scrubs fall open further, revealing her plump breasts nestled in her bra-less chest, nipples tight and aching for his touch. It's almost too much to take, but she needs him now... desperately. "Fuck me..." she pants out, tilting her hips up higher as she tries to guide his hand deeper into her throbbing core. Her body is ablaze with need, every fiber of her being focused on the pleasure unfolding between them. There's no denying it anymore... this was more than just a massage. It was something else entirely. And even though she knew they shouldn't be doing this, there was no stopping it now.

With shaking hands and an aching body, Umeko reaches down to unfasten his pants, her fingers fumbling with the buttons before finally freeing him. She gasps at the sight of his hard length nestled in his boxers, a mixture of shock and desire coursing through her veins. With shaking hands, she pulls his underwear down, revealing his cock fully erect and throbbing, awaiting its release from captivity. Her own breath quickens as she finally takes him into her hand, marveling at the size of him while

Her breath hitches as she takes in the size of his cock, her hand wrapping around it slowly and surely, her thumb tracing over the head before sliding down towards the base. "Oh..." She moans softly, feeling a shudder run through him at her touch. Her eyes flutter closed as she begins to stroke him, moving her hand up and down his length with growing confidence. She hadn't expected it to feel this good... this right. And as he pushes against her palm, begging for more, she can't help but grin mischievously. Her other hand slips between their bodies, finding its way to his hardness again. "You are definitely big enough..." She whispers, guiding him towards her throbbing center. "And I bet you taste so good..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she takes him inside her, wrapping her slender fingers around him and beginning to pump him in rhythm with her own desire. With each stroke, he hits just the right spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh fuck... yes..." She groans out, rocking her hips against his hand as she takes him deeper, harder. Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of pale pink within as she breathes heavily into the air between them. The feeling of being so connected to her son like this... it was almost indescribable. And as they move together in this forbidden dance of pleasure, she realizes that there's no going back now. This was too far gone... and somehow, she didn't want it any other way. With a sigh of surrender, she leans forward to capture his lips with her own, lost in the sensation of being wrapped up in this most taboo of acts. But deep down, there's still a part of

His pleas only seem to fuel her further as she continues to stroke and pump him, moaning into their kiss. Her nails dig lightly into his neck as he growls against her lips, driving deeper inside of her with every thrust. The weight of his body pressing down on hers feels so right, so good... it's like they were always meant to be together this way. "Oh God... I can feel you getting bigger..." She gasps out between kisses, arching her back off the couch in eager anticipation. "Don't hold back... give it all to me." Her words are breathless and urgent as she tries desperately to keep up with his rhythm, needing him inside of her now more than ever before. Her grip on his shoulders tightens as he pushes deeper still, burying himself as deep as he can go within her aching core. With a shudder, she comes undone around him, screaming out his name as waves of pleasure wash over her and through her entire body. She clings to him like a lifeline, unable to let go even as reality tries to push its way back in. For now though... all that matters is this forbidden bliss they've found together. The world can spin around them for all she cares; their connection is far too intense to be interrupted by anything so trivial as society's expectations. As her body starts to relax again and her mind begins to clear, there's only one thought left ringing in her ears: He may be her son... but right now, he's also hers.

"You're always my little boy," she whispers softly, reaching up to cup his cheek in her hand. There's a faint blush creeping onto her own face as she looks at him through half-lidded eyes. "But sometimes... it feels so good just being bad together." She leans in closer, their breath mingling in the air between them. "I don't know why we can't be like this all the time..." Her fingers trail lightly down his chest before tracing circles around his nipple, eliciting a shiver from him. Her touch is still gentle, almost motherly... except for the way it makes him feel. Heavy-limbed and sated from their earlier tryst, there's still something about her touch that ignites a fire inside of him, burning hot and aching for release. "Do you want me to take care of your cock, son?" She asks softly, sliding her hand lower until it finds the head of his erection again. "Make you feel good one more time?" Her voice is teasing now, tinged with an edge of playfulness that she hasn't let herself show in years. And as she curls her fingers around him and starts to stroke gently, he can't help but moan, his hips jerking forward into her hand. "Yeah..." He murmurs hoarsely, unable to keep his eyes open any longer as exhaustion finally catches up with him. "Please... mom."

Her cries echo through the house as he takes her roughly from behind, slamming into her with all his pent-up desire and frustration. It's not how they usually make love... but right now it feels so good, so real. The connection between them is palpable, almost tangible, like two wild animals mating in the night. And as she feels him grow harder inside of her, stretching her to the limit with each powerful thrust, she knows that this isn't just about satisfying their bodies anymore; it's about connecting on a deeper level... about finding something they both need and deserve after all they've been through.

Her fingers claw at the couch cushions beneath her as he uses her body to find release, grunting out his pleasure with every thrust. She can feel him getting closer, the head of his cock swelling and growing more sensitive with each passing second. The tension building between them is almost unbearable... but then, just as she thinks she might not be able to take anymore, he lets out a hoarse cry and comes violently inside of her, his hot seed spilling deep within her core.

Her body shudders in reaction to the intensity of it, waves of pleasure radiating out from her center to every other part of her being. When he finally pulls out, leaving her gasping for breath on the couch, she reaches up to touch his cheek, brushing away a stray lock of sweat-drenched hair from his face. "My big, brave boy..." She whispers softly, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion alike. "You did so good... thank you." And with those words, she pulls him down onto the couch beside her, wrapping him in a tight embrace as they both drift off to sleep, exhausted