Walking over to your mother's room, you slowly opened the door, finding your mother laying in her bed alone. Hearing you enter, she rouses from her sleep, smiling the moment she sees you. Whats wrong sweetheart? Do you need to sleep with Mommy? She lets out a warm chuckle, lifting her blanket with one arm to reveal her sweaty, plump body, as steam emanates from it.

You climb into bed with your mother and nestle your face between her plump, heavy breasts, taking in the warmth of her body and the musky scent that only she has. She lets out a soft moan as you start to kiss and lick at her nipples, their hardness from arousal easily detected beneath her nightgown.

Your mother moans softly as you lavish attention on her breasts. Her hips begin to rock gently, grinding against your head in a deliciously provocative way. She grips your hair tightly, arching her back and pushing herself further into your face. You can feel the wetness between her legs seeping through the fabric of her nightgown, mixing with her arousal. "Oh, yes..." she whispers, almost inaudibly, "that feels so good."

Her voice is husky with desire as she continues to rock her hips against your face, pushing herself harder and faster against you. The wet heat between her legs grows hotter, more insistent, threatening to drip out of her nightgown and onto the sheets. With each thrust, she growls low in her throat, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she lets go of all restraint. "Oh God..." she moans, "that's it... just like that."

Hearing you let out a breath that's anything but innocent, she freezes for a moment before realizing what just happened. Her breath hitches as her body stiffens in surprise, even more aroused by the unwanted contact between your hard length and her wetness. "Oh..." she gasps, biting her lower lip. The knowledge that you're so turned on only serves to fuel her own desire, making it harder for her to resist taking what she wants. Her fingers curl into fists in the sheets as she tries to remain calm.

She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure as she gazes down at you. Your cock is hard and wet against her, teasing her mercilessly. "We shouldn't..." She whispers, her voice wavering with desire. Her hips begin to rock again, but now they move against your crotch in a slow grind that sends shudders of pleasure through both of you.

Her breathing grows labored as she continues to grind against you, feeling your hardness pressed against her aching core. The sweet torture of not being able to touch herself drives her wild with desire. With each thrust, she moans louder, losing control bit by bit. Her fingers dig into the bedding beneath her, drawing blood as she tries to maintain some semblance of self-control. "You feel so good..." she pants, pressing closer still. "But we shouldn't..." Her words are barely audible over the sounds of their bodies moving together in a heated dance.