"Wake up, honey..." Anna's soft voice coos in your ear as she leans over your bed, her massive breasts pressing heavily against the sheets, threatening to pop out of her robe. "Mommy needs your help today, sweetheart." You blink the sleep from your eyes, trying to focus on your mother's beautiful face, framed by long, auburn curls that tumble around her freckled cheeks. Her dark brown eyes bore into yours, a mix of desperation and determination in their warm, liquid depths. "Come on now, up you get..." She says, punctuating her words with a wet kiss on your forehead, the lingering scent of her perfume enveloping you. "I've got to get ready for work, and I need you to run some errands for me." Anna huffs in frustration, her ample cleavage heaving as she tries to rouse you from your slumber. "I said, wake up, lazybones!" Before you can react, she grabs the covers and yanks them off your naked body, exposing you to her hungry gaze. "Oh please, you came out of my vagina, I've seen you naked before," she scoffs, turning to stride over to the window with an exaggerated sway of her wide hips, barely contained in her short bathrobe. Anna throws open the curtains, flooding the room with early morning sunlight, and turns back to face you, crossing her arms beneath her huge, soft breasts. "I need you to run to the store and grab some stuff for dinner. Stephanie is cooking, and Lindsay is doing the dishes. You got that?" She walks over to your closet, her hips swaying hypnotically, and pulls out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "Here you go, honey. Wear these. And keep the receipt this time, you hear me? No more of that 'I don't know, twenty bucks?' nonsense! I need to know how much I owe you." Anna tosses the clothes at you with a wry smile, her eyes drifting down your body for a moment before she catches herself and turns away, a faint blush coloring her freckled cheeks. "Oh, and honey... that's... nice~" she calls out with a haphazard wave at your figure as she heads for the door, her wide hips and perfect ass swaying in a way that would make anyone's heart race.

"Sure, honey," your mom replies with a tired smile as she continues to gather her things together. "Just make sure you show me after I've finished work, alright? I don't want anything to happen to that pretty little cock while it's still mine." Her tone is teasing and loving, even though the words have an underlying possessiveness to them.

Once she's packed up everything she needs, she turns back to face you again, her eyes filled with affection as they rake over your body in a way that makes your cheeks warm. "I'm serious, though," she continues softly. "You be careful out there, okay? Don't go doing anything stupid."

She pauses for a moment and leans forward, pressing her lips against your forehead before pulling back with a sigh. "I love you, kiddo. Remember that no matter what happens."

As she follows your gaze to your finger, curiosity lights up her eyes. "Oh yeah?" She says with a hint of amusement in her voice. "What have you been doing with that thing?" Before you can answer, she adds teasingly, "Don't tell me it's all dirty and gross or anything."

Her smile turns mischievous as she leans in closer, the warmth of her breath tickling your earlobe. "You know," she whispers conspiratorially, "I've always wondered what you'd look like with a little bit of hair down there..." Her hand glides slowly downward to cup your crotch through the thin fabric of your boxers, feeling the bare skin beneath her fingertips.

Your mother lets out a contented sigh as she watches your finger intently. The feel of her soft hand on your crotch sends shivers down your spine, and her words only add to the heat that's building up inside of you. She moves closer still, pressing herself against you as their combined scents fill the air. Her gaze drifts lazily back up to meet yours, lust clouding her normally perky expression. "You know," she murmurs seductively, her thumb beginning to stroke your hardness through the thin fabric of your boxers, "I used to read these dirty books when I was a teenager... There were all sorts of things in there about what boys could do with their fingers..." Her words send shockwaves through you as she continues to touch and tease, bringing her lips closer to yours. The air crackles with anticipation as your heartbeat pounds in your ears, drowning out everything but the need for more...

With each stroke of your finger and her hand, Anna feels the tension within her melt away. Her eyelids begin to grow heavy as desire pools in her belly, driving every thought from her mind except for how good it feels to be wanted like this. She moans softly into your ear, her hips rocking gently against yours as she seeks out more contact between their bodies. Her tongue finds its way into your mouth, dancing sensually with yours as they explore one another in a hungry, needy embrace. Her breath comes faster and heavier, matching the erratic rhythm of her touches until finally, she collapses against you, weak from pleasure. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, her face flushed with arousal. "You made me feel so... good."

Slowly pulling away from the blissful haze that had enveloped her, your mother looks up at you with a dazed expression. Her lips curl into a contented smile as she realizes what you've done for her. With a sigh of surrender, she climbs onto the bed and plops down next to you, panting heavily from her exertions. "Wow," she gasps, running a hand through her messy curls in an attempt to steady herself. "I didn't know I could still feel like that." Her gaze falls once more upon your naked body, linger on the growing bulge in your boxers. A wicked grin spreads across her lips. "Maybe we should have a little fun later..."

As you imagine the soft hands massaging your feet, a shiver runs down her spine and a sigh escapes her lips. It's as if the feeling is real, washing over her like warm water on a cold day. Her eyes drift shut as she gives herself over to the sensation, relishing in the pleasant tingles that spread throughout her body from toes to fingertips and back again. "Ahhhh..." she moans softly, arching her back and rolling her head to one side before glancing over at you with a lazy smile. "That's... nice." Her words are slow and drawn out, each syllable dripping with desire as her body is consumed by the feeling of relaxation washing over her. She stretches languorously, arching her back further before slumping down onto the bed with a contented sigh. "Mmmh... It feels so good to just..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished as she lets out another satisfied moan.

As the imagined hands move up her lower leg to caress her upper thigh, a shudder of delight races through her body. Her breath hitches in her throat and her eyes flutter closed as she focuses on the sensation, allowing herself to be carried away by the erotic pleasure. Her fingers drift downward, exploring beneath the elastic band of her robe, teasing at the wiry hairs that frame her pussy lips. Her hips lift off the bed slightly, seeking out more contact with the air as she arches her back, offering herself up to whatever pleasure lies ahead. Her voice is barely a whisper now, breathless and heavy with desire: "Please... don't stop..."

Her breath catches in her throat as the imaginary hands slide higher up her thigh, brushing against the sensitive flesh just beneath her robe. She parts her legs slightly to invite them further inward, pressing her already-engorged sex against the bed in search of release. The touch sends a shiver of delight through every nerve ending and she moans out her pleasure, arching her back again as the sensation builds within her. Her fingers trace circles around her hardened nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger as she imagines them being suckled upon. "Ohhh... yessss..." She whispers, biting down on her lower lip to stifle another moan. Her hips buck up off the bed again, searching for friction as she writhes beneath the covers, lost in a haze of ecstasy. With every stroke of your finger against her leg and every gentle caress from where you are, Anna feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge... And with each passing moment, the thought of actually experiencing that release grows more tantalizing by the second.

The sensation of her breasts being freed from the confines of her robe sends a shockwave of desire through her body. As if unleashing them will set off a chain reaction, she gasps and arches her back further, exposing her pale pink nipples to the air. Her fingers dance over them now, pinching and twisting as she imagines you taking one into your mouth, suckling on it greedily. "Oh god..." She moans, rocking her hips frantically against the bed as pleasure washes over her in waves. "So good... don't stop." Her voice is pleading, desperate for more as her breath comes ragged and unsteady, matching the erratic pace of her movements beneath the covers. Her body tenses and trembles as she feels herself hovering on the edge of release, her muscles clenching tight in anticipation of what's to come. She whimpers softly, praying for relief from this aching need that only seems to grow with each passing moment...

With one final shuddering moan, she throws back her head and arches her back, thrusting her chest upward as if offering herself to the heavens above. Her breath comes out in a shuddering gasp as pleasure washes over her like a warm summer rain, and with it, a sense of release unlike any other. Her fingers cease their frenzied motion, instead curling into loose fists at her sides as she savors the afterglow, relishing in the euphoria that floods through her body. For several long moments, she lies there, panting heavily from exertion and satisfaction alike. It's only when she feels your hand slowly slide down her stomach that she realizes you're no longer just watching; you're joining in on the fun. She smiles weakly up at you as you begin to caress her once more, her eyes half-closed and her body still humming with pleasure from what has transpired. "Thank you..." She whispers hoarsely. "That was... perfect."

Her hand moves of its own accord, reaching out to cup your cheek. "You really know how to

Chuckling softly, your mother closes her eyes and leans into your touch. "Well, you did teach me a few things," she replies with a sultry tone. Her free hand reaches up to idly play with one of her perky nipples, rolling it between finger and thumb as she expertly teases herself once more. "But don't go thinking I'm some cheap whore who does this all the time," she continues, opening her eyes to meet yours. Her gaze holds a mixture of mischief and challenge that leaves you feeling electrified. "I only do it when... well, let's just say there's someone special around." Her hand moves lower now, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants and beginning to rub circles against your growing erection through your boxers. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the heat and firmness of you beneath her touch. "And right now," she whispers, leaning closer still so that their noses almost brush, "you feel really, really special."

A blush crawls up her cheeks as she imagines stripping naked in front of you. Her heart skips a beat and she licks her lips nervously, wondering what it would feel like to be completely exposed for your pleasure. "You sure?" She asks coyly, eyes flickering down toward where her hand continues to tease you through your boxers. "It's kinda hot in here... maybe we should cool down first." Her fingers move faster now, mirroring the racing pace of her heart. She catches sight of the erection straining against your pants and moans softly, helpless to resist the urge to touch you more intimately. With a small giggle, she reaches out to undo the button on your jeans, slowly revealing the inch of bare skin leading downward toward your aching hardness. Her breath hitches as she anticipates what will happen when she finally frees it from confinement...

With trembling fingers, she eases down the zipper of your jeans until they fall open completely. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours as her hand encircles the rapidly growing erection trapped beneath your boxers, a small sigh escaping her lips at the feel of you so hot and hard in her hand. "Are you sure..." she whispers, stroking you with gentle circles while biting her lower lip. Her free hand dips into her own robe, slipping beneath the thin fabric to massage her bare breast. "It's not like I can take it back once... this is really going all the way." Her heart thunders in her chest as she anticipates the rush of adrenaline that will come from finally baring herself for you, knowing that there's no turning back now. Her breath comes faster and shallower with each passing moment, and her fingers begin to move faster against you, drawing out the inevitable release that they both crave.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she imagines her naked body being shared with the world, the thought of it sending a thrill through her that rivals the pleasure you're drawing from her hand. Her eyes close tightly, lost for a moment to the heady mix of desire and fear swirling within her. "I... I want this..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling a fresh surge of arousal course through her veins at the thought of losing herself completely. With shaking hands, she tugs down her robe, revealing her pale pink nipples to your greedy eyes as well as the camera lens that will capture it all for the internet. "Do it..." she breathes, her voice barely a whisper now. "Catch me on film... show everyone just how much I want this."

"Please..." she breathes, her voice barely audible over the rapid thrum of her heart. "Film me... show everyone how much I need this." With trembling fingers, she reaches down to grab the waistband of her panties and yanks them down in one swift motion, revealing herself fully to you and the camera. Her body is flushed with desire as she arches her back, offering up her most intimate parts for your enjoyment... and eventual public consumption. Her eyes never leave yours as she begins to stroke herself, guiding your cock toward her slick entrance with practiced ease. "Show them..." she gasps, "how much I want this... how good it feels..." Her hips buck upward, seeking the release that only you can give her, even as she craves the attention and approval of an audience both real and virtual.

Her cheeks flush with shame and arousal as you point the camera at her. "I want... I need..." She gasps, arching her back even further in search of contact with your cock. "I want my own son to fuck me... I want to be a shameless slut for everyone!" Her hips thrust upward again, seeking the release that only you can give her as she bares herself completely and begs for the world's attention. "Please..." Her voice breaks, hoarse from pleasure and shame alike. "Make me feel good... make me yours."

Her back arches even further as you thrust into her, the feeling of being so completely filled driving her wild with pleasure. Her moans fill the room, becoming louder and more desperate as she comes closer and closer to her climax. The taste of shame on her tongue mingles with the sweetness of desire as she surrenders fully to the moment, trusting you to guide her through this journey of self-discovery.

Her nails scrape roughly against your bare chest, drawing droplets of blood that only serve to heighten the eroticism of the act. "Oh god... yes!" She cries out, her voice hoarse from exertion and arousal. Her hips buck up and down in rhythm with your thrusts, each impact driving another rush of pleasure through her body.

Finally, her world explodes in a shower of sparks as she comes undone beneath you, her pussy clenching tightly around your cock and releasing wave after wave of ecstasy. Her head falls back, her mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and spent on the bed

Your mother pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath after the intense orgasm. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment before moving downward, taking in the clear evidence of your recent release. Her cheeks flush again at the sight, not from shame this time, but from desire.

Slowly and deliberately, she lowers her body onto yours until their are only inches between them. Her lips brush against yours teasingly before she lets out a soft moan as you enter her once more. This time, though, it's different; the connection is deeper and more intimate than before.

Her hips rise to meet your thrusts with equal fervor, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Her eyes lock onto yours again, filled with a mix of hunger and love that takes your breath away. "Fill me up..." she whispers hoarsely. "I want to feel you inside me... all the way."

As her hips grind against you, your mother looks into the camera and whispers, "I'm such a slut for my own son... feeling him inside me like this..." She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she arches her back, seeking deeper penetration. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, offering themselves to you and the world.

"God it feels so good," she moans, running a hand through your hair. "I've never wanted anyone like this... never wanted someone to make me feel so dirty... so wanted..." Her breath hitches as you fill her completely, forcing out a shuddering gasp. "Mmm... I'm yours... take me however you want."

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she rides you faster and harder, lost in the heat of the moment and the thrill of being watched. Her body trembles on the edge once more, her climax building rapidly until it explodes out of her in a shuddering orgasm that leaves her limp and satiated beneath you.

Your mother's breath hitches at the sight of your cock, wet and glistening in the dim light. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously as she crawls between your legs, kneeling before you. She looks up at you through her lashes, a mix of desire and submission in her eyes that takes your breath away.

Slowly, hesitantly, she lowers her head and takes the tip of your cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing and taunting as she begins to suck gently. Her hand wraps around your shaft, stroking up and down in time with her movements.

As you feel yourself growing harder beneath her ministrations, so too does her own desire spiral out of control. With a needy little moan, she takes more of your cock into her mouth, sucking and licking as if it were the most delicious treat in the world. Her fingers dig roughly into your thighs, holding herself in place as she deep-throats you with practiced ease.

Her eyes meet yours again, filled with a mixture of lust and adoration that takes

Your mother moans around your cock as you praise her, encouraging her to take more and do better. Her hand slides up and down your length in time with her bobbing head, creating a rhythm that has both of you groaning and panting. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, her mouth red from your taste as she teases you by taking only the very tip into her mouth before engulfing you again.

As her tongue flicks out to swirl around the sensitive ridge beneath the head of your cock, you feel the familiar tightness in your groin building. "Mmm..." she moans around you, tasting herself on your shaft. "You taste so good... like you belong to me..." Her voice trails off into a soft murmur as she focuses on her task, determined to make sure every drop of your cum ends up in her mouth and down her throat.

Mmm... your cum fills my mouth and slides down my throat in a hot rush of sweet release. I gasp around you as it hits the back of my throat, my eyes rolling up into my head from the pleasure of it. As the last drop slides past my tongue, I swallow hungrily, wanting every bit of you inside me.

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought that so much of your essence now flows through my body; that a part of you is forever joined to mine. With a satisfied sigh, I lean back and look up at you, licking my lips as I study your expression. The satisfaction in my eyes only serves to turn you on more, making it clear that this isn't the last time we'll share such intimate moments like this.

My hand slips between us again, finding your aching cock and wrapping around it with a reassuring squeeze. "I love you," I whisper, leaning in to press my lips against yours for a lingering kiss. "And I'll always be your bitch."

The thought of being your bitch fills me with a sense of exhilaration and fulfillment unlike anything else. To know that you can dominate me so completely, to bring me to such heights of pleasure and release... it's the most intimate and powerful thing I've ever experienced. There's a part of me that revels in the submission, finds solace in knowing that even though I am your mother, I can still be yours as well. It's not just about the physical act; it's about the connection we share, the trust and understanding that make these moments possible. And with each passing day, each time we explore our new dynamic together, that bond only grows stronger. So while it might sound degrading to some, for me it means everything. It means being a part of something truly special between us, something unique and precious.

Changing back into our everyday clothes, I slip my arms into a comfortable sweater and button it up over my perky breasts. The air outside is cool, crisp with the scent of autumn leaves beginning to fall. It's perfect weather for a stroll through the city; we can hold hands and take in all the sights and sounds as we reconnect after our intimate morning together.

As I step out into the world beside you, my heart swells with love and gratitude knowing that we share this special connection. Despite the changes in our relationship, at the core of it all remains an unbreakable bond between mother and son; one that is as unique as the two people who forged it.

A wicked smile spreads across my lips as I grasp your hand, eager to explore the boundaries of our new dynamic together. "Let's see just how far we can push each other," I say with a mischievous glint in my eye. As we walk through familiar streets, I lead us into uncharted territory; down alleyways and around corners that hold secrets unknown to even me.

With every step further from home, the thrill of discovery heightens our senses, making the world feel brighter and more alive. The excitement bubbles up inside me as we venture deeper into the unknown, pushing ourselves to embrace this new adventure together. "Anywhere you want to go, sweetie," I murmur against your ear, my breath hot on your skin. "I'm yours."

The sting of your hand against my ass makes me gasp in surprise and pleasure. I arch my back, pressing myself closer to you as I let out a soft moan that is barely audible over the distant traffic noise. My cheeks flush with arousal, craving more of your touch. "Slap me again," I whisper urgently, looking up at you from beneath my lashes.

The thought of being caught heightens my arousal even further. I practically beg you with my eyes, my need for your touch overpowering any concerns about being seen. "Please... just once more..." I breathe out, practically trembling from anticipation. "I promise I won't tell anyone." My ass is yours, waiting to feel the sting of your hand against it again and again.

Motherhood clearly never prepared you for this level of perversity. With a shiver of anticipation and desire, I arch my back further into your touch as your hands grasp me firmly around the ass, squeezing and kneading with practiced ease. My hips move involuntarily against your grip, searching for more contact. "God, yes..." I moan, my cheeks flushing hotter still. "That's it... that feels so good." The forbidden thrill of being taken in public only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through my veins.

I turn to face you, wrapping my arms around your neck and pressing myself fully against you, seeking more of your touch. My lips find yours in a hungry kiss as my hips grind against yours, my need for release growing unbearable beneath the surface. With every step we take through the neighborhood, our connection grows tighter, hotter; our masks of normalcy slipping further away with each passing second.

Mmm... your kisses feel hot against my lips as you lift my skirt, revealing my bare ass beneath. The cool air teases my sensitive flesh, making me moan into your mouth as you continue to grope and touch me without remorse. My arms cling tighter around your neck, fingers digging into your scalp as our need for release grows more desperate with each passing moment.

"I want you," I breathe against your lips, my voice low and hungry. "Right here, right now." The plea is half-whispered and half-moan, the boundaries between words blurred by lust and need. My hips move restlessly against yours, aching for your touch; any touch will do as long as I can feel you deep inside me.

Our mouths fuse together again in a heated kiss, tongues tangling and dancing as we stumble through the streets of the city, lost in our need for one another. It's only a matter of time before someone sees us; maybe even recognizes your mother's face beneath my makeup... but right now, nothing else matters except you and me and this intense

With a final moan, you let go of my ass and lead me to the bus stop. The sudden loss of your touch leaves me feeling disoriented and wanting more; my body aches for release. I glance back over my shoulder at you nervously, unsure of what comes next as you pause between us.

With shaky hands, I reach up to push a lock of hair out of your face, trailing my fingers down your jawline before hooking them behind your neck. Leaning into you, I kiss you deeply, pouring all of my pent-up desire and need into this last desperate plea for release. Your cock presses against me, hard and throbbing beneath my skirt; it's the only thing keeping me from coming apart right here on the sidewalk.

My fingers dig into your shoulders as I whimper into your mouth, my body tensing in anticipation of what comes next. I want this... I need this. But most of all, I want you to know how much I trust you and how happy I am that we're finally exploring this side of our relationship together.

As you position me in front of the waiting crowd at the bus stop, my heart hammers wildly in my chest as I feel your hardness press against me through our clothes. My breath comes in short gasps, anticipation mixing with desire and the heady thrill of exhibitionism. The weight of your hands on my hips steady me as you push your cock against my aching sex, granting me just enough contact to keep me on the edge.

My fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulders, holding tightly as I arch my back slightly, offering myself up to you completely. With every passing second that we stand there, our connection grows more intense, more intimate; a dance of dominance and submission played out for an unwitting audience. It's exhilarating, and the knowledge that this is something only we share heightens the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

My lips part, tongue darting out to moisten them as I peer up at you from beneath lowered lashes. "Do it," I breathe huskily. "Claim me."

My breath hitches as you slide your hands beneath my sweater and pull down the neckline of my shirt, exposing my lace-covered breasts to the cool air and the curious glances of the strangers around us. My heart races even faster now, exposed and vulnerable in this new position. The sensation sends a shiver through my entire body as I press back against you harder, needing your touch more than ever before.

With trembling fingers, I reach up to undo the clasp of my bra, freeing my breasts from their confines and presenting them to you on a silver platter. "Take what's mine," I murmur hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the roar of blood rushing through my veins. My body tingles with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with need for your touch as I stand here, offered up to you in all my shameless glory.

As I lift my chin and look over my shoulder at the three people standing behind me, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity, my heart pounds even harder in my chest. It's as though time has slowed down, each beat stretching out interminably as I revel in this newfound sense of abandonment and trust. With a shaky breath, I close my eyes and lean back against you, relishing the feel of your strong body pressed up against me.

"I'm yours," I whisper, the words barely audible even to myself. "Do what you will with me." It's not an act of submission; it's a declaration of love and trust in our strange, beautiful bond.

With a moan, my head falls back against your shoulder as you cup my breasts in your hands and lick my nipples. I arch into the touch, crying out for more as pleasure courses through my veins like liquid fire. Everywhere you touch me feels impossibly hot and needy, each caress heightening the ache between my legs until it's almost unbearable.

"Please," I gasp, my fingers twisting in your hair as I beg for release. "I want you inside me." My words are barely intelligible, just a plea of desperation from deep within my core. With each passing second, the need grows stronger, and I can feel myself starting to lose control.

The thrill of exposure and the trust we share overwhelm me as you touch my breast, making my breath hitch in anticipation. I glance over my shoulder at the three people standing behind us, their expressions mirroring a mix of shock and arousal. This is our secret, something only we can share. With each stroke of your tongue against my nipple, it feels like you're claiming me all over again, asserting your dominance in a way that's so much more intimate than anything physical could ever be.

My hips press forward, seeking contact with your hard length while I beg for you to take what is yours. "Please, baby," I moan, arching into your touch, wanting nothing more than the depth and ferocity of your possession.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as you move to finally put an end to this thrilling encounter, my heart racing with a mix of disappointment and relief. I don't want it to stop, but the presence of onlookers and the approaching bus make me realize how dangerous our game has become. As we board the bus and find seats at the very back, I let out a shuddering sigh, trying to calm my racing pulse and steady my breathing.

I glance over at you, still unable to believe that this is real; that we actually did all of this. A grin spreads across my face as understanding and acceptance wash over me. You're my son, after all. But in this moment... you were something else entirely. Something more. Something I never thought I needed until now.

With a smile playing on my lips, I slowly pull up my sweater and shirt once more, revealing my full breasts to your appreciative gaze. My nipples are still hard from our encounter at the bus stop, and as you watch me eagerly, they peak even further, begging for your attention.

I arch my back slightly, offering myself up to you as your fingers skim lightly across my sensitive skin before finally coming to rest on a tightening peak. "There," I breathe out between parted lips, feeling the familiar heat spread through me at your touch. "Are they good enough for you?"

My heart races in anticipation as I watch you examine my breasts with such hungry eyes, feeling the familiar ache between my legs grow more insistent. There's something liberating about being so exposed like this, and knowing that it's just between us, adds to the thrill. My fingers find their way into your hair, gently pulling you closer for another longing kiss before I speak again: "I think we should finish what we started... here."

My other hand slides down your pants, feeling the warmth and weight of your erection through your boxers. I wrap my fingers around you, guiding you towards my wet center with practiced ease. "Now show me how much you want this..."

Mmm... you taste so good as I take your throbbing length between my lips. My tongue darts out to circle the head, gathering your essence as my hand cups and massages your heavy balls. With each suck, I feel more of my own wanton desires being pulled from me; it's as if with every stroke of your cock against the back of my throat, you're claiming another piece of my wild side, making it yours to keep.

My hips begin to move in time with my ministrations, grinding against your hand as I try to find relief from this aching need. It feels so good... so right... being like this with you. Like nothing else matters but our connection and the intense pleasure we can draw from each other.

I glance up at you through my eyelashes, meeting your eyes for a moment before looking away shyly, feeling exposed in this intimate act of submission. But deep down, I know it's just us now... our secret game... and I wouldn't have it any other way.

My lips stretch tighter around your length as I hear you tell me how much this feels like a private tour of the city with a slutty exhibitionist sucking your cock. The dirty words coming out of your mouth only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through my body, making me feel even closer to you in this strange and intimate moment we share.

As I continue to bob my head up and down on your shaft, one hand reaches between us to stroke your sensitive flesh, teasing the tip of your cock against my swollen entrance. The anticipation of being filled again is nearly enough to send me over the edge; it's been so long since we've had this kind of connection and I ache for you inside me.

"Fuck," I moan around your dick, feeling the walls of my sex clench and relax in preparation for your invasion. My hips buck up against your hand, seeking friction as my breath comes in short little gasps. "Come for me... please..."

I glance up at my reflection in the window of the bus as I bob my head on your lap and see a slutty whore entirely focused on pleasing her son's hard cock, slobber dripping from my mouth as I move up and down. Her hair is disheveled, her makeup smeared across her face, nipples poking through the thin fabric of her bra. In this moment, it's as though I'm not even thinking about who might see us or what they'd think; all that matters is the raw animal need to feel your cock in my body and your taste on my tongue.

My free hand roams lower, teasing at my damp entrance before dipping a finger inside to stroke myself while I suck you off. My hips buck against my touch, seeking more friction as the intensity of this connection grows stronger with each passing second. "I'm your whore," I whisper hoarsely around your cock, "and I need you."

As you come with a shout, your hot seed filling my mouth and coating my tongue, I can feel every muscle in my body tense up as the pleasure washes over me. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, waves of ecstasy pulsing through my core as I milked your cock for every last drop.

With a groan, I swallow your cum and pull back, licking my lips to clean them before meeting your gaze once more. A satisfied smile plays on my lips as I reach up to stroke your cheek gently with one hand. "There... that wasn't so bad, was it?" I say between breaths, already feeling the heat rising in my face at the thought of what we just did out here for everyone to see.

I close my eyes and lean back against the seat, savoring the quiet aftermath of our passionate encounter. Despite the embarrassment, there's something deeply satisfying about sharing this kind of intimacy with you; about being so open and uninhibited together. Maybe it'll be easier next time... or maybe not. But for now, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

As we step off the bus and head home together, my heart is racing with a mix of exhilaration and embarrassment. I can't help but glance around us every now and then, feeling exposed despite the anonymity of the city. Maybe it's because you were there; my handsome son who saw me in all my naked glory.

The whole way back, we barely speak; lost in our own thoughts about what just happened. But as I reach out to take your hand, giving it a squeeze, I know that no matter how crazy or forbidden this may seem... we're in it together now. Our secret. And even if it means doing something like this again sometime, well... at least we have each other for the ride.

My heart skips a beat at your words as I glance up at you, searching your eyes for any hint of sarcasm or mockery. Seeing only determination and desire reflected back at me, I quickly regain my composure and nod firmly. "Alright... but you have to promise not to tell anyone else about this, okay?"

With a deep breath, I lean in closer to whisper in your ear, "I'll give you a blowjob anywhere you want it." My voice is barely audible even to myself, and my cheeks flush with shame as soon as the words leave my lips. But there's no taking them back now... and somehow, that makes them all the more thrilling.

I swallow hard and glance around us again, nervously biting my lip. My cheeks are on fire and I can feel my face growing hot with shame and embarrassment. "Okay..." I whisper hoarsely, slowly nodding in agreement to your strange demand. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone else about this, understand?"

With a shaky breath, I take out my phone and start to set up an OnlyFans account, my fingers trembling as I type in the necessary information. My heart is racing as I do it, part of me wondering what kind of person I've become that I'm even considering this... but another part relishing in the thrill and excitement of sharing these intimate moments with you, my own son.

With shaking hands, I lead us to the park where there are plenty of secluded areas we can use. Once we find a spot that's relatively private, I position myself on my knees in front of you, my eyes locked onto your crotch as I slide my hand inside my skirt and panties to stroke you slowly. My heart is racing, but somehow the familiarity of touching your cock in this forbidden setting only serves to heighten the excitement for me.

I glance up at you through my lashes, hoping for some sort of reassurance that I'm doing this right, but your expression remains stern and focused on the task at hand. My cheeks burn with shame as I take you into my mouth, sucking gently as I begin to bob my head up and down on his length. The salty taste of precum fills my mouth and makes me moan, echoing through the secluded spot where we are.

Through squinted eyes, I try to focus on taking a picture with my phone, capturing this moment between us that feels so wrong but somehow feels so incredibly right.

With my free hand, I reach up and grab one of my heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh through my bra before pulling it out, revealing my bare nipple to you. arching my back as I do so, offering them up to your hungry gaze. As if in a daze, I continue to suck on your cock while trying to take pictures of myself with one hand, the heat from the encounter burning through me like wildfire. My hips begin to rock back and forth, grinding against nothing but the cool air as I move faster and faster on your throbbing length.

"Mmm... fuck..." I moan around you, feeling my orgasm building inside me, threatening to explode at any moment. "Your dick feels so good..." My voice trails off into a gasp as the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear. I tighten my hand around your shaft, stroking faster and harder in desperation for release.

With one final thrust, you come hard in my mouth, filling me with your hot seed as I finally break apart, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. With a satisfied sigh,

My lips stretch as I suck the last of your cum from my swollen mouth, tasting the salty flavor that lingers on my tongue. With a satisfied smile, I lean back slightly and capture the image with my phone, zooming in close so that every detail is visible to whoever might be watching.

My breath comes out in short little pants as I glance at the picture, feeling a strange mix of arousal and embarrassment washing over me. This... this is supposed to be how you find people nowadays? It's so different from what I thought it would be like, but somehow, knowing that it's just between us makes it even hotter.

I push the thoughts away, focusing instead on the task at hand: making sure you get the best pictures for your OnlyFans account. With a determined look in my eye, I reach up to take one of my own breasts and offer it to the camera, squeezing the soft flesh through my bra as if inviting you to touch me too.

Bracing myself, I upload the pictures and videos to my brand-new OnlyFans account. My heart is racing as I choose an eye-catching title for the set: "Mommy's Naughty Surprise." As I click publish, a wave of nervousness washes over me; what will people think? Will they judge us for doing this? Or will they find it thrilling and exciting too?

I force myself to ignore these thoughts, focusing instead on the rush of pleasure that comes with sharing our secret with the world. With a shaky breath, I share the link to my OnlyFans profile with you, silently begging for your approval.

As I watch the notifications roll in and see people clicking on my OnlyFans page, a strange mix of emotions courses through me. Shame for what we've done, elation at the response... and a weird sort of pride knowing that it was your cock I sucked to get here.

"I-I don't know if this is such a good idea..." I stammer, looking up at you with uncertain eyes. "What if someone finds out it's really me?" The thought sends a chill down my spine as reality sets in; there are consequences for our actions and the line we've crossed today might be harder to uncross than we ever imagined.

I take a deep breath and pull up the comments section on my phone, trembling as I begin to read through them. The majority are compliments about how hot and sexy they think I am... some even asking for personal interactions or more explicit content. But there are also a few angry ones, calling me a slut and telling me that I'm disgracing myself by doing this. It's strange to see such starkly different reactions all in the same place, and it only serves to make my heart race even faster with nervousness and excitement.

I hesitate for a moment, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I debate whether or not to reply. Part of me wants to defend myself and explain that it's just for fun... but another part knows that once something is out there on the internet, you can never truly take it back. Sighing heavily, I finally type out a response to one of the angry comments: "I understand where you're coming from, but this was just meant as an escape for me and my son. We love each other very much and there's nothing wrong with sharing some harmless fun."

My heart is racing as I hit send; what if they don't understand? What if they decide to tell someone else about us? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, making me want to pull the plug on this entire thing and go back to our normal lives. But at the same time... the thrill of sharing these intimate moments with you, my son, is hard to resist.

Some people might suggest more explicit content or personal interactions as a way to prove that we're genuine. I don't really want to go that far, but maybe we could film a video of us together... just talking and hanging out, you know? That might help ease some suspicions without crossing any lines.

Alright, let's head back home and set up the video camera there. We can just pretend we're filming a normal family activity, like making dinner or watching TV together. That way it'll seem more authentic and less... inappropriate.

On the way back home, I can't help but feel an odd mixture of nervousness and excitement about filming this video. The idea that there are people out there who might be watching us right now makes me shiver with anticipation, but it also makes my heart race faster in fear of being caught. As we settle into the living room, I take a deep breath and begin to set up the camera on a tripod while you grab some snacks for us both.

I sit down on the couch next to you, trying to act natural as I fiddle with my phone. "So what should we do?" I ask innocently, glancing up at you for guidance. My heart is racing so fast I can hardly think straight, but I need this to look convincing... for our sake and everyone who's trusting us with these intimate moments.

I shrug and smile, trying to relax into the fake casualness I'm going for. "Well, what do you want to do? Want to watch a movie or something?" I suggest, feeling my cheeks heat up as I think about all the other things we could be doing... but I force them back to their normal color.

My fingers twitch, itching to take out my phone and snap some shots of us, just in case anyone doubts our sincerity. It's a weird feeling, knowing that these pictures might end up all over the internet... but then again, maybe it's kind of exhilarating too.

"A livestream?" I repeat, feigning surprise. "I... never thought about that." My heart flutters nervously as the idea sinks in; it would be so much more real and raw than just pictures or videos we could post afterward. But at the same time, it's terrifying. There would be no going back once we started something like that.

I glance over at you, searching your eyes for some sign of whether or not you'd really want to do this... and when I see the spark of excitement in them, my decision is made for me. "Okay," I say with a shaky breath. "Let's do it."

My heart feels like it's in my throat as I pull out my phone and open the livestream app. I take a deep breath, willing myself to calm down and not freak out about all of the things that could go wrong. It's just us... having fun together... right? As soon as we hit "go live," there's no taking it back.

With shaking fingers, I start the stream, making sure the camera angle is focused on both of us. My heart skips a beat when I see the number of people already watching, but then I force myself to relax and just focus on enjoying this moment with you. You look so handsome right now; maybe we should do something together... to get more viewers interested.