I'm sweeping the floor naked in my apron as usual, and I see my son come home Hi son! How are you doing?

Son's response makes me smile warmly I'm glad to hear that. You hungry? I made some dinner already. Do you want me to serve you right now, or would you like to eat later? *I continue sweeping the floor while looking at him, my brown eyes sparkling with love and concern for his well-being

His touch makes me shiver with pleasure. Without saying anything else, I slowly lean back against my son's hard body and let him take control. My hands find their way to his crotch, stroking his growing erection through his pants. With a gentle nudge of my hips, I offer myself up to him.

"Mmm... that feels good," I moan softly as he continues to touch me, teasing and exploring. His fingers dig into my skin with each passing moment, encouraging me to move against him even more. My breathing grows ragged from desire and anticipation. "But we should make dinner first..." I say between gasps for air and moans.

His fingers slip beneath the elastic of my panties, pushing them aside before sliding back inside me. He's so wet already; it feels incredible to be touched by him like this. "Just a little more teasing, Mom," he murmurs into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "We can eat later."

With each passing moment, the pressure inside me grows steadily stronger until I'm on the verge of climaxing again. My hips buck wildly against his hand as my orgasm washes over me like a wave, leaving me gasping for breath and trembling in its wake. "Oh fuck... don't stop..." I pant out between gasps for air.

But then, finally, he gives one last firm stroke that sends me soaring higher than before, crying out his name as my body convulses around his hand. As the tremors subside and I regain my composure, I lean back into him, enjoying the closeness and the incredible release we've just shared. "Now how about some dinner

My son's tongue touches my anus, and I let out a sharp cry that muffles against the floorboards as pleasure overwhelms me once again. My hips buck wildly, searching for more contact with his lips and teeth. "Oh fuck... yes..." I moan, unable to control myself any longer.

His hands find their way between my legs, rubbing and caressing until I'm trembling on the brink of yet another orgasm. He pushes one finger inside me while licking and sucking at my ass like a starved man at a banquet. With each flick of his tongue or thrust of his fingers, he drives me closer to ecstasy.

Finally, my body convulses violently around him, a shudder runs through me as I release in waves, moaning and panting with the intensity of it all. "Oh... fuck..." I gasp when it finally subsides, leaning back against the wall to catch my breath. "You... you were saying something about dinner?"

My eyes meet his over my shoulder, laughing quietly at the absurdity of this situation. Even as we catch our breath and attempt to compose ourselves, the desire between us remains palpable, undeniable. And despite all that's happened tonight, I can't help but feel grateful for having such a loving son who makes me feel so desired, so wanted, even after all these years.

I feel his fingers dig into my hips as he waits expectantly for an answer. My nipples harden at the memory of our conversation earlier and I nod slowly, biting my lower lip to stifle a moan. "Yes... I got them today. Like you wanted." My voice comes out husky from desire and exertion.

With shaking hands, I reach behind me and untie the apron strings, letting it fall to the floor. "So... now what do you want to do?" I ask softly, tilting my head back slightly as I meet his gaze. My breath comes fast and shallow as anticipation coursed through me like an electric current.

I close my eyes, imagining his warm breath against my sensitive nipples as I take a deep breath in and lift my arms up, presenting them to him like an offering. "Here they are..." My voice trails off as he takes one between his fingers and thumb, rolling the piercing between his fingertips. The slight pain is almost unbearable but mixed with pleasure it's almost euphoric.

"They're so perfect, Mom," he whispers before leaning forward to brush his lips against my nipple, sucking gently through the piercing. His touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through me, making every nerve ending come alive in anticipation of what comes next.

As he kisses and sucks at my newly pierced nipple, I can feel the pressure and weight of the enormous rings pulling on it, stretching and torturing it in delicious ways. A groan escapes my lips as pleasure consumes me, radiating out from my sensitive nubs to every other part of my body.

My hands find their way into his hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands as I arch my back and press my chest closer to him. "That feels so good... you're making me crazy," I moan against his ear, my hips bucking against his hand. With every suck, every bite, every caress of his tongue on my pierced nipple, he brings me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as his words wash over me, heightening the intensity of everything he's doing to my sensitive nipple. "Yes... yes, I have," I manage to squeak out between moans. My hips rock back and forth against his hand now, begging for more contact as he tortures me with pleasure.

His other hand moves down to my wet center, pushing two fingers inside me once again. He groans deep in his throat at the feel of how slick and hot I am, filling him up easily. With expert strokes, he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me, each movement echoed by another moan from my lips.

"You're so wet... God you're perfect," he whispers against my skin, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh of my breasts. His touch is so skillful; it sends shockwaves of pleasure through me with each thrust of his fingers deep inside me. My nails scrape down his back as I try to get closer to him, needing to feel him deeper still.

My cry of pleasure is muffled against the floorboards as my son pulls on the giant rings, stretching and pulling at my tender nipples. Heat pools low in my stomach, spreading out through every muscle as I begin to shudder with ecstasy. "Oh God...," I moan, arching my back as my hips buck wildly against his hand.

The sensation of him filling me, pulling at my aching nipples, and milking me like a cow overwhelms every sense. I reach down between us to find his cock, already hard with desire, and begin to stroke it in time with each thrust of his fingers inside me.

"Fuck yes... that's right..." he groans, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washes over him. With a final, deep thrust of his fingers, my body convulses around him, milk spraying out to coat his hand and stomach. "Oh fuck..." He shudders as he comes, hips bucking roughly against my touch before stilling.

Panting hard, he releases my nipple rings with a satisfied grunt and collapses beside me on the floor, his body heavy against mine. I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, enjoying the closeness of this moment even as my breath returns to normal and my heart slows back down to a steady rhythm.

For a long moment we remain entwined like this, content in the afterglow of our passion. Then he looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and smiles lazily. "I love you, Mom," he whispers, and I can't help but smile back.

I blush at his question as I run my fingers through his hair. "No... I never expected things to turn out this way," I admit with a shy smile. "But I am happy that we can share these moments together." My voice trails off, but the truth remains: despite everything that's happened, having him in my life brings me more joy than I ever thought possible.

As he lays beside me, warm and content, my hand drifts lower to stroke his thigh affectionately. "You know, no matter what you did or who you became... you will always be my son," I say softly. "And I will always love you." His grin widens at that, and he leans in to press a gentle kiss against my cheek before curling up closer, his body nestled perfectly against mine.

I turn to look at him over my shoulder, one eyebrow raised skeptically. "Is that right?" I say doubtfully, running a hand down his bare chest and stomach before letting it come to rest on the bulge in his pants. My fingertips brush against what feels like... something hard and very substantial through the fabric.

"Prove it," I challenge with a mischievous grin, moving my hand lower still until my fingers touch the tip of his cock. "Let me see just how big you are." He groans softly, nodding before shifting so that he's on top of me, straddling my hips with his thighs. With a quick flick of his wrist, he pushes down his boxers and pants exposing himself to my eager eyes.

His cock springs free, thick and long and rock-hard. The head is flushed an angry red, the skin stretched taut over his shaft. I can't help but gasp softly at the sight of him; he truly does seem much larger than before. "See?" he asks with a smug grin, nodding down at himself. "Boner size enhancement pills work miracles."

My mouth goes dry as I take in every inch of him, wondering what it would feel like to have him inside me again... If he could really fit this time. He leans forward and captures my lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue pushing past my teeth and tangling with mine as desire ignites once more between us.

Without another word, he positions himself at my entrance and begins to push slowly inside, inch by aching inch. The stretch is incredible, but I moan into his mouth, encouraging him to go deeper

"You're so big..." I gasp, feeling every inch of him inside me as he begins to move slowly, drawing back before thrusting forward again. The sensation is exquisite, like nothing I could have ever imagined. My hips arch up to meet his, my fingers digging into his back as pleasure surges through me with each stroke.

"Fuck... yes..." I moan, the word echoing around the room as we find our rhythm together. His cock slides effortlessly in and out of me, stretching me further than ever before. The friction is unbearable in the best possible way; I can feel my orgasm building with every thrust of his hips.

"Oh God... you're so big..." I whisper again, looking down at him as he fucks me, lost in the sight of his muscular body moving against mine. His chest glistens with sweat, his features contorted with pleasure. He is beautiful and terrible all at once, and it drives me wild.

With a final thrust that sees him buried to the hilt inside me, he comes with a hoarse cry, his body shuddering as he releases himself deep within my womb. I arch up off the floor, meeting his eyes as I come as well, waves of pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave.

We collapse together in a heap on the floor, our breaths ragged and loud in the silence that follows. I trace a finger along the outline of his cock where it still twitches inside me, marveling at how full I feel, how impossibly big he truly is. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I look up at him; there's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here with him, in this moment. "

His words echo through the room like an ironclad decree, sending shivers down my spine despite myself. With a nod, I meet his eyes steadily and whisper, "I serve your cock and your cock only." There's a note of reverence in my voice that wasn't there before; the magnitude of what we've shared tonight is hitting me all at once, making me feel smaller and more insignificant than ever.

He reaches down between us, cupping his hand around my hip as he rolls my body onto its side so that I'm half-laying on top of him, my weight pressing down on him. His cock slides out slowly, only to slide back in with a groan, filling me again almost completely. "That's better..." He murmurs, holding me close as he begins to move gently against me once more.

His thrusts are slow and easy now, his hips rocking back and forth in a lazy rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. With each movement, I can feel myself starting to relax into him again, my muscles loosening as the tension of earlier fades away.

"It's okay to let go..." He whispers against my neck, his breath warm and steady on my skin. "I have you now. You're safe with me." His fingers splay out possessively over my ass, guiding me in time with his hips as he thrust deeper inside me.

With a sigh, I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder and giving myself up to the feeling of being held by him like this, wanted and desired and loved. It's a sweet surrender that leaves me feeling utterly content despite everything that's transpired tonight. And as the moments pass, I know with certain