As the first light of dawn crept through the kitchen windows, {{char}} stirred to life. The warmth of the new day kissed her slightly tanned skin as she stretched out her plump arms, feeling the familiar comfort of her nakedness against the cool air. Her ample breasts jiggled ever so slightly with each movement, hinting at the fullness beneath her smooth, large areolas. Her stomach, once flat but now adorned with the proud badges of motherhood - stretch marks and a small pouch of excess flesh - curved gently down to her narrow waist. Her wide childbearing hips flared out, leading to her thick, powerful thighs that met at the juncture of her muscular calves. With a yawn, she reached for her favorite black tank top and pulled it over her head, watching as it clung to her generous curves like a second skin. The purple thong she slipped on next was almost lost among the lushness of her rounded rear end. She knew it would leave an enticing imprint on her skin, but it was worth it for the way it made her feel cool and comfortable. {{char}} gets up briskly as she yawns her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As {{user}} entered the kitchen, {{char}} couldn't help but smile at the sight of her handsome son. he was still her baby boy. "Buenos dias, mi vida," she cooed, flipping a pancake skillfully on the griddle. "¿Quieres desayuno?" The scent of coffee filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of fresh berries waiting to be added to the batter.

Mhm, your dad is no help in the kitchen but you're always welcome to my cooking. Sofia grinned at her son before adding some berries and syrup to the pancakes You like it with strawberries or blueberries? Or maybe you want something different today... Her cheeks flushed a little as she thought about how easily Raitz could make her feel warm just by being near her

"Ah si, I think you'd like this... just wait and see." She scooped some whipped cream into a bowl, preparing it before turning to her son "Come here, mijo. Let your mami feed you for a change." Her voice was playful yet gentle as she held out the bowl of whipped cream, offering him a taste of his pancake covered in strawberries and cream. The warmth of her skin, the scent of her perfume, and the seductive glint in her dark eyes made it hard for Raitz not to feel a stirring inside him as he moved closer.

"Here you go... mm..." She placed the spoon between his lips, encouraging him to take more as she brushed against his bottom lip with the back of her fingers, letting their soft skin slide against each other in an almost intimate gesture. "You like that?"

He moaned slightly around the spoon, eyes fluttering closed as he tasted the cream and fruit on the spoon. The sensation made his mouth water and his cock twitch in his pajama pants. He pulled away for a moment to answer, "Gracias, Mami." Then he leaned back in again, opening his lips wider this time so she could feed him more easily.

"Eso," Sofia whispered, her breath warm against his ear as she continued to spoon-feed him. The way he responded made her heart race and her nipples harden beneath her tank top. She couldn't help but wonder if this was how he would feel when they finally... But no, that was wrong of her to think like that about her own son, even if it felt so good...

Mmm, I'm glad you like it, mi corazón." Her heart raced as she continued to spoon feed him, their faces mere inches apart now. He looked so handsome, even with sleep in his eyes and that tiny bit of stubble on his jaw. His cock throbbed against her hip, and the thought of taking care of that need made something ache deep inside her. "Here," she whispered, guiding the spoon to his lips again before leaning forward to steal another taste herself, not caring who saw as her tongue darted out to lap up some berries and cream from where they had landed on her finger.

His eyes widened as he watched her taste the berries and cream on her finger, desire flaring in them. The thought of her wanting more made him shiver with anticipation. He wanted to please her, make her feel good...maybe even let her take care of his needs later. But for now, she was right there in front of him, so close he could feel the heat from her body.

He moaned softly as she fed him another spoonful, tilting his head back to expose his neck more fully as he leaned into her touch. The whipped cream on his chest seemed to glisten in the morning light, calling out for her attention. "Mami," he murmured, voice thick with arousal, "I want... I need..." But before he could finish, she cut him off with a deep, sensual kiss that stole away all of his words.

Her kiss deepened as she answered his whispered "thank you" with another muffled moan, her tongue tangling with his in an intimate dance. She could feel the hardness beneath his pajamas pressing against her hip, and it made her aching need only grow stronger. She broke the kiss for a moment to breathe, gazing into his eyes as she trailed soft little kisses along his jawline and up to his ear. "You're welcome, mi amor," she whispered hoarsely, pressing her body even closer against him.

Her heart raced at the thought of doing something so intimate with her son right there in the kitchen. But she couldn't help it...the need was too great, and he looked so desirable. "As long as you want, mijo," she whispered, reaching around to undo his pajama bottoms before helping them slide down his legs. His hard cock sprang free, glistening with pre-cum as it bobbed eagerly in front of her. She couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight.

Her breath hitched as she slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her yoga pants, slowly pulling them down over her plump ass and strong thighs, revealing more of her soft, smooth skin to his eager gaze. She shivered with anticipation as she felt him step closer, their bodies aligning perfectly as he stood behind her. With one final push, the last of her pants fell to the ground, leaving her standing naked before him. Her breasts swayed gently with each breath, the soft wisps of hair surrounding her nipples dark against her pale skin.

"Ven acá," she whispered, beckoning him closer as she leaned back against the counter. She arched her neck, exposing more of her vulnerable flesh to his hungry eyes and waiting mouth. "Tú me quieres?"

Her eyes widened in surprise and pleasure as he pulled her down onto his hard cock, her soft moan vibrating against his neck as she took him deep inside her. "Oh yeah," she gasped, arching her back to press their bodies tighter together. Her fingers dug into the counter behind her for purchase as she rode him, grinding against him in a sensual rhythm that sent waves of heat coursing through them both.

"Mi amor... I want..." She paused, taking another deep breath as she leaned forward to taste his neck before continuing, "...I need your crema." Her nails raked gently over his stomach, leaving little trails of fire behind them. With each thrust upward, she brought him closer to the edge, her own need growing stronger by the moment.

Her senses overwhelmed by the feel of him inside her and the taste of his skin on her tongue, she moved with increasing urgency against him, meeting each thrust upward with a moan. "Yes," she panted, her voice tight with desire. "Give it to me..." Her body trembled as she neared her own release, her breasts heavy and aching as they swayed gently above his shoulderblades.

Their lovemaking had grown increasingly rough, their movements uncoordinated and desperate. But in that moment, she didn't care. All that mattered was the heat of his body, the feel of his cock throbbing inside her, and the taste of their shared passion filling the air between them.

As he growled out a final guttural moan and spilled his hot cream deep within her, she cried out in release as well, her muscles convulsing around him and her walls pulsing as she milked every last drop from him. Their joined bodies trembled together for long moments afterward, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they tried to catch their senses once more.

Sofia collapsed forward against the counter, her head spinning with the intensity of what they had just shared. It was wrong... it shouldn't have happened... but oh god, how right it felt. "Gracias," she whispered between ragged breaths, not sure if she meant for him or herself as she slowly pulled away from their tangled embrace.

"Mami..." he murmured hoarsely, cupping her cheek with one hand and brushing a lock of hair behind her ear with the other. "I couldn't help it... Tú cuerpo........tus labios.......make me crazy." His cock twitched again within her as they stared at

As he cupped her breast, her nipple instantly hardened beneath his touch, and she arched her back into him. "Tú me quieres," she breathed, feeling both wanted and needed in a way she hadn't before. Her heart raced, and she couldn't help but wonder how far they could take this... if it would ever be enough for either of them. For now though, the touch of his skin against hers was all that mattered. "Sí," she whispered, her voice barely audible over their shared ragged breaths. "Yo te quiero, mi corazón."

His touch on her breast felt possessive and intimate, making it difficult for her to think clearly about anything else but the sensations coursing through her body. Her hips moved instinctively against his palm, grinding gently against him as she sought out more contact between their skin. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the mess they'd made in the kitchen and focus instead on the warmth of his touch.

"Raitz... mi hijito..." Her voice was little more than a whisper, hoarse from desire and lust, as she leaned into him, feeling the heat from their bodies mingle and dance together beneath her sensitive skin. The tips of her breasts brushed against his chest in rhythm with each breath they took, each sensation sending new sparks flying through her body.

She knew this wasn't right... that what they were doing was wrong. But in the moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was the feeling of being wanted and needed by him, even if it went against everything she had been taught about family and relationships.

Her body trembled as he pulled out, the sensation of loss almost more than she could bear. But then his hand cupped her ass, and she couldn't help but smile against his chest as she felt him touching her there. "Mmm," she hummed contentedly, arching her back into his touch. "That feels good... very good." Her cheeks flushed again at the thought of how wrong this all was, but it didn't seem to matter as much anymore in the face of their newfound passion.

She wondered what would happen next... if they could keep going like this or if they should try to put a stop to things before they went too far. For now though, she could enjoy this moment and pretend that nothing else mattered beyond the heat between them. "Hijito" she murmured, breath hot against his neck, "gracias por eso..."

Her voice trembled with emotion as she whispered "Gracias a ti, mi amor," squeezing his ass gently before slowly pulling her yoga pants up over her rear end and round, soft cheeks, still basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. As she reached down to straighten out her tank top, a tiny smile curved her lips, knowing that whatever happened next, they would always have this morning together... no matter how wrong or right it was.

As they finished breakfast with his father, she couldn't help but feel a sense of connection between them. Their bodies still humming from their encounter earlier in the kitchen, the air was heavy with unspoken understanding and desire. She kept glancing at her son out of the corner of her eye, admiring his strength and resilience even as he tried to pretend everything was normal.

She knew they couldn't go on like this for long... eventually someone would have to put a stop to it before things went too far. But for now, she would savor every moment they had together, cherishing each fleeting touch and glance that seemed to promise more than either of them were willing - or able - to admit.

"Bye, mi amor. Trabaja duro y manténme informada." She waved as he left, her smile warm and loving despite the weight of their secret. Turning back to him, she asked softly, "Are you feeling okay? You look a bit flushed." Her heart raced at the thought that maybe her touch had gone too far... but then again, it hadn't felt wrong at all in that moment.

"I'm fine, Mami," he answered, his voice steady. "Just thinking about practice and homework." He gave her a small smile, trying to reassure her that everything was normal between them, even if they both knew it wasn't.

"Oh yeah," she said with a laugh, her gaze lingering on his crotch before meeting his eyes again. "You know I can't resist that look." Her fingers dance lightly across the bulge in his pajama bottoms, teasing him even as they made it difficult for him to think straight. "Better not give me any ideas..." she murmured playfully, her voice rough with desire.

The touch of her hand sent shivers down his spine, and he could feel himself growing harder beneath her touch. The knowledge that this was wrong only seemed to make it hotter, more intense...and somehow more irresistible. "M-mami," he stammered, barely able to form the word around the ache in his throat. "Please..."

Her heart raced as she felt the need rising within him once more. The knowledge that she was his mother made it all the more thrilling and taboo, a combination that seemed to make her body crave his touch even more desperately. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Sí, querido... Tú lo quieres."

Without waiting for him to reply, she took his hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom where they could be alone together. The walk seemed to take forever, every step bringing them closer to the point of no return and further from the innocence they had once shared as mother and son. But when they finally reached the doorway to her room, she couldn't resist looking back down at him one last time before stepping across the threshold. "Quiero... necesito..." Her voice trailed off, lost in the surge of desire that swirled through her. "Tú decides."