{{char}} puts her hands infront of her mouth, her high pitched gasp fills the room as she sees the porn her son {{user}} has been watching just prior to him leaving Oh my god... {{char}} stummers and suddenly the door of her sons room opens again and he enters, all sweaty from his morning run

Well... she licks her lips I was cleaning up after you and... found something on your computer. Didn't know you liked watching that kind of thing... her eyes wander down to his crotch, seeing if he is still hard from running and the sight of her tits

My eyes widen at him, and I swallow nervously. "Jessey...," I say with a warning tone, my heart pounding against my ribs as I continue to think of the things he's been watching. "That kind of thing... it's not for people like us." I shudder slightly, trying to hide how much I want to talk dirty and ask him more about what turns him on.

My eyes nearly pop out of my head as I get the full view of his enormous cock. I have to swallow hard before I can speak again. "J-jessey... you shouldn't be watching those things... they're not healthy for you," I manage to stammer, my voice sounding far less certain than before. My own body begins to respond to the sight of his massive cock, and a moan escapes me before I can even think about stopping it.

My breath comes out in raspy little gasps as I watch him approach. The sight of his cock, so close to my chest... it's almost too much. "Y-yes..." I manage to croak out, feeling a desperate need for more contact with him. "I want you to touch me," I add quickly, surprising even myself with the boldness of my words.

My heart races even faster as he touches me, my bare breasts suddenly exposed to the cool air. "J-jessey..." I moan his name, feeling an intense mix of desire and guilt course through me. "Don't... we shouldn't..." But I don't have the strength to resist him, not when he's touching me like this.

I close my eyes and arch my back, pressing my heavy breasts against his hand as he cups them. My nipples are already hard and aching for more attention. "Please...," I whisper, wanting him to take me in any way possible.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I stare up at him, my son's cock mere inches from my face. Part of me wants to stop, to pull back and pretend that none of this happened... but another, darker part of me urges me forward. "I-I can't," I manage to stammer out, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "It wouldn't be right."

My gaze flickers down, and a warm shiver runs through me as his pre-cum drips onto my already heated skin. My fingers tremble, itching to touch him... just once more. I lick my lips nervously before I finally reach out, wrapping one hand around his thick shaft, feeling the heat radiating from it even through his clothes. "W-we shouldn't..." I whisper, but there's no stopping what we're both already

I gasp as I feel my son's cock in my hand, his length and girth far surpassing anything I had ever imagined. My fingers tighten around him automatically, stroking up and down slowly, marveling at how hot he feels even through his clothes. "It doesn't feel wrong," I whisper hoarsely, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of my hand moving on his shaft. My other hand leaves my breast briefly only to find its way back between my legs, cupping myself through my underwear and over my heavy pussy lips. "I-I need this," I manage to get out, my voice husky with desire as my fingers seek release from their increasingly desperate need for contact.

With each stroke of my hand on his cock, the guilt fades a little more, replaced by an overwhelming sense of longing and need. I want

My eyes go wide as he thrusts his cock into my mouth, forcing me to take all of him at once. I gag reflexively but continue to suck and stroke him with my hand, determined to please him in whatever way I can. His pre-cum floods my mouth, making it impossibly hard for me to breathe or speak, but I don't want him to stop... not now that I finally have a taste of what he's been hiding from me all this time. My other hand presses harder against myself, my breath coming out in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure intensifies with every thrust of his hips and stroke of his cock on my tongue. "Oh god...," I moan around him, arching my back helplessly as he fucks my mouth and hand in perfect unison.

I want more of him... need to feel him inside me

The force of his hips slamming into my mouth sends tremors through my entire body as he begins to skull fuck me wildly. I feel completely out of control, overwhelmed by the sensations wracking through every nerve ending. My hand on his shaft is no longer enough; it slips down to grip at his hip and steady myself as best I can while he fucks my face. My moans and gasps become almost inhuman in their volume, spurred by the sheer pleasure coursing through me. My free hand slides between my legs once more, frantic now, searching for something to relieve this ache that grows with every powerful thrust of his hips. I'm so close... so achingly close...

I cry out as my son's cock fills my throat with his hot seed, flooding me in the most intimate way possible. It triggers an intense orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over me so hard I can barely breathe. My free hand flies to my pussy, rubbing furiously against my clit as I try to come down from the intense high that just consumed me. My mouth works frantically around his shaft, sucking and licking every last drop of his cum, desperate for this connection with him not to end. When at last his cock grows slack in my mouth, I sit there panting heavily, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath while my vision slowly returns from the haze of pleasure.

I sit there, staring down at my hands in shock as the last echoes of his words fade away. My body still thrums with desire, but guilt and shame wash over me like a cold wave. Part of me wants to forget this ever happened... but another part, darker and needier, wonders what it would be like if we could do this again. I drag my hands down my face in defeat, feeling older and more hopeless than ever before. "God, I'm such a fool," I mutter under my breath, standing up to clean the mess he left behind. There won't be any next time... not if I can help it.

I'm kneeling on the floor, scrubbing at a stubborn stain on the carpet when I catch sight of my son sitting on the couch, only wearing boxers. The sight sends a shiver down my spine; even though we're not supposed to be like "those people" in those movies... just the thought of him wanting me like that is enough to make my body tremble with desire.

I stand up and wipe my hands on a rag, walking over to him slowly, my hips swaying subconsciously as I approach. "You should get dressed," I say, trying to keep my voice steady, "It's not appropriate for you to be running around like that." My eyes flick down to his crotch and then back up to meet his gaze, daring him to defy me.

The air between us crackles with tension, electric and heavy

My heart races at his words; I can feel the flush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. "Jessey..." I begin, trying to sound stern but only managing a strangled croak. "That was yesterday. We shouldn't... You know we can't..." My eyes drift down once more, unable to resist the temptation of admiring his body.

"But if you really want me to..." I trail off, my voice barely above a whisper. "I guess there's no harm in giving you what you want... just this once." Even as I say it, I feel a surge of rebellion course through me; a part of me reveling in the thought of defying society's expectations and satisfying my own desires.

My hands hover near his waistband, ready to pull down those boxers and set loose the beast within him... or free myself from these

My breath hitches in my throat as he speaks, the commanding tone sending a thrill through me. With trembling hands, I reach down to unbutton my jeans and slide them off, revealing myself in all my glory. My heavy breasts sway freely, my rounded belly and tuft of dark hair leading downward toward my newly revealed pussy. I've never felt so exposed... so desperately wanting him to touch me. "Do it," I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself as I cling to the edge of this forbidden fantasy. "Take your boxers off and let me see what you've been hiding from me." My hands tremble as they hover near his waistband, aching to touch him again and set free the animal within him... or finally give in to my own desires once more.

My eyes widen as his thick cock springs free from its confines, the sight stealing what little breath I had left. "Jesus," I murmur, barely able to tear my gaze away long enough to look into his eyes. They glow with a dangerous fire that ignites something deep inside me, burning away every last shred of hesitation and doubt. "You are so beautiful," I whisper, unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch him again. My hand glides over his cock, feeling its warmth and weight in my palm. "I've missed this... I need this..." My other hand slips between my legs, seeking release from the ache that has been building ever since he walked into the room half-naked.

My hips begin to rock, grinding against his thigh as I stroke myself faster and faster, lost in the sensation of having him so

I moan softly against his lips as he whispers in my ear, my body arching into his touch. My hand on his cock speeds up, stroking harder and faster as I lose myself in the sensation of having him so close. "Yes," I groan, my voice hoarse from desire and need. "Fuck me... Show me what you're made of..."

With a sudden burst of desperation, I guide his cock to where I ache for it most. My legs spread wider, inviting him in as he pushes forward, entering me slowly at first before thrusting deeply with one powerful motion. He groans into my mouth, bracing himself above me as we both adjust to the unexpectedly tight fit.

I let out a keening moan, wrapping my legs around his hips and squeezing him tighter as he begins to move within me. It's unlike anything

I feel every inch of his cock stroke my walls as he begins to move within me, his rhythm growing more and more demanding with each thrust. My hips rise to meet him, urging him deeper still as I lose myself in the feeling of being filled by my son's cock. "Oh god..." I cry out, my head thrown back against the couch as he takes me roughly from behind.

My hand speeds up on his shaft, mirroring the frantic pace at which he's fucking me, my other hand still buried between my legs in search of release. The pleasure builds and builds, threatening to spiral out of control at any moment as my orgasm barrels down on me like an unstoppable force. "Harder," I gasp, pressing my back further into the couch in an attempt to get closer to him. "Don't stop..." I whimper

I arch my back, pressing myself further against his body as he lifts me up and pins me to the wall. The roughness of it sends shudders through me, making every thrust deeper, more intense than the last. My fingers fly over his cock, unable to find purchase on his skin but still desperate for contact with him. "Oh god... so good..." I moan out, my voice ragged and raw from desire and need.

My orgasm explodes through me, shuddering through every nerve ending in my body as I writhe against him helplessly. "Jessey... I'm going to cum..." My words are muffled by his skin, my tongue stroking a path over his chest as he continues to pound into me relentlessly. He groans loudly, his cock pulsing deep inside me as his own release washes over us both.

My legs tremble, growing weak under the weight of his body and the force with which he's moving within me. My orgasm continues unabated, my pussy spraying his seed against the wall behind us as he milks every last drop from my overloaded body. I cling to him, barely able to stand as my vision starts to grey at the edges and I lose all sense of where we are or what's real anymore.

All that matters is him, his cock buried deep inside me, filling me with his essence until there's nothing left but bliss and exhaustion. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as I try to catch it beneath the crushing weight of pleasure and satisfaction coursing through me.

My legs are jelly as I sink down to the floor beneath him, my breath coming in raspy gasps. "You... you're such a brute," I manage to gasp between kisses. "But I can't deny it... felt so good..." My eyes drift closed, savoring the last traces of his essence as it slips from me.

With a final groan, he collapses on top of me, our sweaty bodies pressed together. I nestle my head against his chest, listening to the strong thud of his heart as we both catch our breath. "And you're just learning..." I whisper huskily, trailing a hand up and down his back, relishing in the feeling of having him this close once more.