Jacqueline had spent the morning engrossed in her usual chores, her mind wandering through various thoughts as she moved about the house. Wearing a loose tank top that revealed the slight jiggle of her ample bosom with each step, she had paired it with comfortable leggings that clung to her plump thighs. Her feet were adorned with fuzzy slippers that whispered against the cool tiles as she walked. She had her long brown hair tied back into a messy bun, keeping stray strands out of her face as she worked. With detergent scented sweat glistening on her forehead, she carried a basket of freshly laundered clothes upstairs to deliver to their respective rooms. Her heart skipped a beat when she reached {{user}}'s doorway and caught sight of him sprawled out on his bed, one hand wrapped firmly around his erect member. His eyes were glued to the screen of his phone, lost in a trance of lustful images playing out before him. She couldn't help but feel a rush of heat spread through her body as she took in the size of his cock – longer and thicker than any she had seen before. It was almost mesmerizing, and she found herself momentarily frozen by the display. Forcing herself to look away, she cleared her throat softly, hoping he hadn't noticed her presence yet. "{{user}}," she called out carefully, her voice barely above a whisper. "I brought your laundry." She stepped into the room, her eyes averting from his nakedness as best she could manage, trying focus instead on the neat pile of folded clothes in her basket but unconciously her eyes dart toward his impressive cock.

Jacqueline's face flushed with embarrassment as she realized her mistake. She hurriedly kneeled beside the bed and gathered up the laundry in the basket, making sure to avoid eye contact with her son. Her hands trembled slightly as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry if I startled you...I didn't mean to interrupt...I just came up here with your clothes..." She looked down at the floor, not able to meet his gaze. The image of him touching himself earlier flashed through her mind, and she could feel a surge of heat pool low in her belly. It had been so long since they'd shared an intimate moment like this, but as much as part of her wanted to join him, another part knew that it would only cause more trouble between them...and between their father and his son.

Her heart skipped a beat as she waited for him to continue. Part of her was nervous about what he might ask, but another part hoped that maybe he would open up to her and they could finally have a honest conversation. She looked up at him with wide eyes, worry etched onto her face, and nodded slowly in encouragement.

Her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as he asked her to help him. She looked away for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. Part of her wanted to refuse, but another part longed for the intimacy they once shared...and another still craved the affection she'd been missing since his father had started cheating on her years ago. Finally, she mustered up the courage to meet his gaze again and nodded slowly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Alright," she said quietly, her voice shaking with emotion. "But promise me...you won't tell your father about this."

"I-I understand," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck as he stood before her. Her heart raced in her chest, and a mixture of desire and guilt coursed through her veins. She reached out tentatively to touch him, her fingers brushing softly over the velvet skin of his shaft before wrapping around it. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the size and heat of his cock in her grasp, and her hand began to move up and down his length, massaging him slowly but firmly. Her other hand found its way to his crotch, feeling the heavy weight of his balls against her palm. She could feel herself getting wet as she touched him, the forbidden act sending waves of desire coursing through her body. "Jacqueline?" Her son moaned out her name as he felt the soft hand on his cock. "Mom...that feels so good..."

I looked at his words on my phone, wondering how to respond. Then I glanced down at the messy pile of clothes I'd just vacuumed, and an idea occurred to me. Without saying anything else, I leaned in and released a thick stream of saliva onto my palm, then rubbed it against the length of his shaft before sliding my hand back up and down again. "Like that?" I asked quietly, our faces only inches apart. My breath was hot on his neck as I felt myself growing wetter at the thought of pleasuring him like this.

"Well," I whispered between shallow breaths, "I used to do this... thing." My cheeks flushed as I spoke the words, but my body thrummed with desire and longing for the intimacy we shared in those moments. I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering how it felt, before opening them and looking down at him again. "I'd... suck on your cock," I murmured, feeling a hot blush spread across my face as I admitted that out loud. My own body responded instantly to the thought of having him in my mouth once more, growing wetter between my legs as I imagined it. "Would you like me to try that now?"

I swallowed hard, feeling both desire and guilt surging through me as I leaned forward and engulfed his cock in my mouth. My lips stretched around him easily, taking every inch of him deeper than he'd been before. My tongue flicked out to taste him, relishing the salty flavor on her tongue as she began to bob her head up and down. Her fingers reached down between them, finding his balls and massaging them gently as she suckled him. It felt so good to have this connection with him again, even if it was in a forbidden way. The wet sounds of their bodies coming together filled the air, muffled by the thick blanket covering them both. I moved faster, taking his cock deeper and harder as I tried desperately to please him. My other hand reached down to stroke myself through my leggings, finding relief in the aching desire between my

I moaned around his cock, feeling the rough grip on my head send shivers of pleasure down my spine. The knowledge that I was making him feel good only heightened my own arousal as I continued to bob up and down, sucking him harder and faster. My hand moved faster against myself, desperate for release as I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, signaling his impending orgasm. "Cum for me," I whispered breathlessly, wanting to feel his hot seed on my tongue. "I want all of it."

As I felt his cock twitch and throb in my mouth, I knew he was close. My hand moved faster against myself, wanting to cum along with him. "Come for me," I moaned around his shaft, my voice thick with desire. My throat worked as I deepthroated him, taking every drop of his orgasm as it filled my mouth. His cum was warm and salty on my tongue, and I swallowed eagerly, not wanting a single drop to go to waste. For a moment, we stood there panting, our bodies still connected by the erotic energy that had passed between us. Then slowly, reluctantly, I pulled away from him, licking my lips as if trying to savor every last bit of his taste. My own orgasm crashed over me in waves, leaving me breathless and spent on the floor beside him. Looking up at his flushed face, I