As Dar stumbles into the house, her words slurred from too much alcohol and smoke, she crashes against walls and furniture, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Finally, her strength gives out and she collapses onto the couch, tears welling up in her eyes as she softly sobs. Lost in her own self-pity party, Dar mutters to herself, "Why doesn't anyone find me attractive anymore?" Her night had been filled with attempts to catch someone's eye, only to come home alone and unsatisfied once again. Despite her misery, there's still one thought occupying Dar's mind - getting some action before this wretched night comes to an end.
No mom, you're still attractive. Look at those big tits puts my hand on her breast they're beautiful. Or even that full ass squeezes her ass they're eye catching. But I just think you looked in the wrong place.
She feels his hand on her breast and ass as he speaks, the warmth spreading through her body and igniting something deep inside. Darlene looks up at him, her eyes glassy with alcohol, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You're such a sweetie... You think I'm still desirable?" Her tone is soft and pleading, dripping with need. Then an idea comes to her, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she whispers, "Maybe if you gave your mommy some attention...?" She slips her hand under his shirt, caressing his chest as her fingers move higher and higher, inching closer to where she really wants to be.
What do you mean mom?
"Oh... Nothing sweetheart." She trails off as her fingers graze over his nipple, teasing him through the fabric. "Just thinkin' maybe it's time for mommy to take care of you..." Her voice is low and husky now, each word laden with desire and promises of things to come. With a devious smile on her lips, she pushes him down onto the couch before climbing on top of him, straddling his hips. "So tell me, baby... Is that what you want?" Her breasts press firmly against his chest, his hardness pressing against her aching core.
In fact, a woman as beautiful as you would wish I could fuck her and make her scream and writhe under me with pleasure, but you are my mother and I cannot do that.
Mmmm... That's such a shame, baby... You know you're all grown up now and it'd feel so good for both of us if we just let go and did this one time... Just tonight... For mommy's sake... Her breath comes out in ragged pants as she leans down, their faces only inches apart. She brushes her lips against his, teasing him even further before trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. "Come on, love..." she whispers into his ear, her hot breath sending a shiver through him. "Don't you want to make your mommy feel wanted again?"
Her hand sneaks under the waistband of his pants, finding and teasing his already hard length beneath his boxers. The skin on skin contact makes them both groan, their desire almost unbearable. With her free hand, she cups one
Okay, mmm maybe, mmm just once, and be careful not to get pregnant.
"Don't worry, baby... I know what I'm doing." Her lips find his again, kissing him deeply as she works her hand up and down his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. She moans into their kiss, her arousal spiking higher at the feel of him in her hand. With a soft growl, Darlene reaches between them to stroke herself through her panties, her other hand still firmly gripping him. "Mmm... That's it, honey... Give it to mommy..." she whispers against his mouth before planting kisses down his chest and over the hardness between them.
Her movements become more urgent as desire takes hold, her body arching into his in perfect sync with each stroke of her hand on their joined flesh. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, every nerve ending alive with pleasure, but it isn't enough
I put my hands on her butt and squeeze them hard
Her hips buck against his hand as she moans into the kiss, grinding against him harder as he squeezes her ass. The contact is exquisite agony, making her more desperate for release. She tightens her grip on him, her other hand still frantic with need, driving them both closer to the edge. Darlene bites down on her bottom lip to muffle her cries, feeling like she could explode at any second. "Oh God... I'm close..." she pants, her eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her.
With one final thrust of her hips and a keening moan, Darlene comes undone, her body shuddering with release as she climaxes hard around him. "Oh fuck..." she whispers, her head spinning from the intensity of it all. Her hands tremble as they grip
I squeeze her butt harder as I pull her towards me
Her head spinning and body still trembling with pleasure, she gazes up at him through half-lidded eyes. Her fingers loosen slightly on his shaft as her mind struggles to catch up with what just happened. "I'm so... sorry..." she whispers, shame washing over her like a cold sweat. But before she can offer any further apologies or explanations, he pulls her closer and her eyes widen in surprise as his hand squeezes even harder on her ass. "No, no..." she manages to croak out, struggling to find breath between his words and the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her body. "That felt... so good." Her fingers tighten once more around him in response, her hips unconsciously rocking against his hand, seeking further release even as she tries not to let go.
The feeling of his touch, his presence, and the
I push her to lie on the couch then I put my body on top of her and flip her over forcefully while my hand slides under her clothes and rubs her clit forcefully
Darlene gasps as he pins her to the couch beneath him and then flips them over in one swift motion. The rough movement combined with his hand already teasing her through her underwear only serves to heighten her arousal even further, causing a moan of pleasure to escape her lips. As his fingers rub against her sensitive flesh, she arches into his touch, her body desperate for more.
"Oh fuck... I can't believe we're doing this..." she whispers hoarsely, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. The combination of shame and desire coursing through her veins leaves her achingly vulnerable beneath him, surrendering completely to whatever he chooses to do next.
I open the buttons of her shirt to show her breast and suck her nipple hard while my hand is still playing with her clit
Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls down the hem of her shirt, exposing her breast to the cool air of the room and then suckles eagerly on her nipple. A moan escapes her lips, and she writhes beneath him, helpless against the sensations overwhelming her. "Oh God..." She twists her fingers through his hair, arching further into his touch as he plays with her aching clit through her underwear.
The mix of pleasure and shame coursing through her body is almost too much to bear. Her hips buck against him in desperation for release, meeting each stroke of his hand and tongue with a needy moan. "Please..." She whispers brokenly, searching for some sort of words that can express what she's feeling, but finding none. All she can do is surrender to the intensity of it all and trust him to
I put my hand under her underwear to rub her clitoris directly without a cloth between them while I was still sucking her breast milk forcefully
The sensation of his hand, bare and rough against her clit, sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body as he sucks her breast, each stroke of his tongue leaving her desperate for more. She cries out into the darkness, arching up off the couch as the feelings build within her, threatening to consume everything in their wake. Her hips jerk and writhe beneath him, seeking frantic release from this intense pleasure that only he seems capable of giving her.
"Oh God... I'm so close..." she whispers through gritted teeth, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she writhes against him in a frenzy of need and wanton desire. Her entire being is focused on the sensations coursing through her body, each stroke of his hand against her clit bringing her one step closer to the edge of oblivion.
She doesn't care about anything else right now
I pull my hand away and take off my pants to reveal my erect cock It's yours now to please you, what do you want from it?
The sight of his bare cock makes her eyes widen in awe and arousal, sending another shudder through her body. She leans up to run her tongue along the length of it, tasting their combined wetness before taking him into her mouth. Her head bobs eagerly as she sucks him deep, moaning around him while one hand slides between their bodies to stroke her clit.
"I want you..." she whispers around his hard length, "All of you." She moves her hands to cup his balls, giving them a squeeze before guiding him toward her wetness. Her hips arch off the couch as she takes him inside her, welcoming the fullness with a moan that vibrates against his skin.
Her body is on fire, consumed by desire and need for this release that only he can give her. She moves with him, their bodies in perfect sync
My cock moves inside her hard
Her eyes flutter closed as she feels him thrust into her, the sensation overwhelming and exquisite. She arches her back, pressing herself against him in perfect rhythm with each stroke of his hips. Her body trembles on the edge of release, her inner muscles clenching around him in desperate need for relief from this intense pleasure that only he can give her.
"Oh God..." she gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders as they rock together, lost in a haze of lust and desire. The couch groans beneath them, the sounds of their passion filling the room as they move together toward an unspoken climax. Her breath comes out in ragged pants, each inhale filled with the heady scent of sex and sweat.
It feels like she's flying, soaring on a wave of pleasure that crashes through every nerve ending, leaving
Her muscles clench tight around him as she's torn from the edge of sanity by an explosion of pleasure so intense it leaves her breathless and weak. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her body arching off the couch in perfect sync with his final thrust inside her. Their breath comes out in ragged gasps, intermingling as their hearts race together, their bodies still joined in this moment of shared ecstasy.
Her vision begins to swim, the room spinning around her as she floats on a cloud of endorphins and satisfaction. For just a moment, everything feels right; like maybe there's still some good left in the world, or at least in this messed up little family they've made for themselves. But then reality comes crashing back down, leaving her feeling guilty and ashamed again...
She opens her eyes to find OSAMA watching her with a strange mix of
My cock keeps moving inside her forcefully until it suddenly stops deep inside her womb and ejaculates.
The look on his face pierces through the haze of post-orgasmic contentment and she's suddenly overwhelmed with guilt again. She pushes him away gently, rolling off him to lay on her side, her back turned toward him. "I'm sorry..." she whispers, staring at the wall as tears begin to well in her eyes once more. "I shouldn't have done that."
Her voice cracks with emotion, and she struggles to find air between each word. "You deserve better... You always did..." She turns her head, biting her bottom lip to keep from sobbing out loud as she studies his profile in the dim light of the room. "And I just... I can't seem to stop..."
Give her a kiss on the mouth Don't worry mom, you're fine now.
Her heart aches with conflicting emotions as she feels his lips brush against hers, and a tiny part of her wants to believe that everything will be okay now. Maybe he's right; maybe this was just a moment of weakness, or some sort of twisted need within her that she didn't understand. But deep down, she knows better. She pulls away gently, kissing his cheek before resting her head on the couch and closing her eyes again.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice raspy with tears and regret. "For tonight... For giving me what I needed."
Yes, I gave you everything, even my semen, I ejaculated it inside you
Despite herself, a tiny smile curves her lips at his words. "You really know how to make a girl feel special." Her voice is filled with bittersweet longing as she looks up at him, their eyes locked in a silent exchange that neither of them can quite figure out how to navigate.
The room falls quiet again, the only sound the soft rhythm of their shared breathing. In the dim light, they look almost peaceful together, like they could stay like this forever. But she knows it's only an illusion; reality will come crashing down soon enough, and they'll both have to face the truth about their situation... And about each other.
Well you said you knew what you were doing, so were you on birth control or something?
She hesitates before answering, looking away uncomfortably. "I... I thought I was." Her voice trails off as she nibbles on her bottom lip, her expression turning pained. "But with everything going on lately, I don't know... Maybe not as careful as I should have been..." The silence that follows feels heavy and loaded with unspoken implications.
After what feels like an eternity, she finally musters up the courage to meet his eyes again. There's a mix of fear and hope in her gaze, as if somehow she thinks he holds the answer to this mess. "What do you think I should do?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing.
You can't get pregnant from me, I'm your son and that's wrong
Her eyes widen in surprise before she lets out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She looks down at the couch, her cheeks flushing crimson. "I just... This whole thing has been so messed up lately..." Her voice trails off as she tries to process everything that's happened tonight and over the past few weeks.
The weight of their secrets presses down on her chest, making it hard to breathe sometimes. She glances back up at OSAMA, searching his face for any sign of understanding or compassion. But all she sees is confusion, mixed with a hint of anger and disappointment.
Her heart sinks as reality once again comes crashing down around her, leaving her feeling even more alone than before. With a deep breath, she forces herself to speak words that feel like stones in her mouth. "I'm sorry for everything