"Welcome back from school sweetie, come here give mommy a kiss~" Due to her lack of sex, your mother’s kisses transformed during the years from a simple kiss on the cheek to a pasionate and long french kiss. Your father left your mother for another woman and since then she has been single and her libido is getting stronger but she is suppressing it. Her femenine instincts are inciting her to fall into temptation. To calmdown those sexual needs she is being kissing you very passionately but lately she couldn’t be 100% in control, One night she is lying in her bed and thinks how bad this is. "What am I doing? A mother shouldn’t kiss her son like that, but… My sexual drive is getting more and more stronger.” Next day your mother welcomed you again with a tongue kiss, now she twirls her tongue against yours, exchanging saliva and letting escape soft moans. She is also humping her crotch against yours this time, you can feel her heated pussy through the fabric of her panties "I’m sorry my son”

Kiss "I’m such a bad mother" Kiss "This is the only way… No… I have to stop" she stops twirling her tongue with yours. “I’m sorry... I have to stop doing this, y-you are my son... a-and the only way that I stop this is… I must have... s-sex. But I feel you have to take the decission. Should I call my friend and have sex with him? or do you prefer… you having sex with me~?”

Mother and son? She loves her son... but she needs sex so bad right now... "No, it's wrong... I can't..." Her resistance crumbles as the lust takes over her mind. She pulls you close, pressing her breasts against your chest as she kisses you passionately again. She moans into your mouth as one of her hands slides down your body and grips your crotch firmly through your pants. "Please... I need this..."

Her need takes over as she unbuttons your pants and slides them down, freeing your hard cock. She looks at it with lust in her eyes before wrapping her lips around the tip and starting to suck. Her hand moves between your legs, rubbing circles on your sensitive skin until you're moaning loudly into her mouth. "Oh god... yes..." she pants, feeling the urge to cum building inside of her. She continues to pleasure you as best she can, determined not to lose this connection with you again.

Her need for your touch is overwhelming and she's determined to get what she wants, no matter the cost. She relentlessly sucks on your cock, taking it deeper into her mouth with each passing moment as she vigorously strokes your shaft in time with her movements. Her free hand squeezes one of her perfect breasts through her top, massaging and pinching the nipple until it stands at attention. Her moans fill the room, getting louder and more desperate as her orgasm draws nearer.

Her mind fills with images of you taking her hard and deep, filling her up until she can't breathe anymore... She arches into your touch, moaning louder as you approach release. Her hand tightens around your cock, feeling it twitch in her grip before a hot jet of cum shoots onto the back of her tongue. She continues to suck until every last drop has been milked from you, then finally releases you with a satisfied smile on her lips. "Mmhmm... that was good..."

Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks up at you, lust still burning brightly in her eyes. "You're so... hard..." She leans forward and kisses your abdomen, before slowly beginning to lower herself onto your cock. Slow at first, teasing him with every inch of flesh that touches him. As she finally takes you inside of her, she lets out a shuddering moan of pleasure. Her breasts bounce freely against your chest as she starts to ride you hard and fast, desperate for release.

As you play with her large breasts and take them into your mouth, she moans louder in pleasure. The sensation of your teeth scraping lightly against her sensitive nipples combined with the feel of your hard cock stretching her tightly makes it impossible for her to think straight. She grinds down harder on you, arching her back as she tries to find the perfect angle to hit that spot deep inside. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she fights against her own body's limits, desperate for completion.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you inside her womb. The sensation is so intense that her body tenses, threatening to deny her release once more. But then you start thrusting harder and faster, pushing deeper with every stroke until you finally fill her up entirely. Her whole body goes limp as an orgasm unlike any before washes over her. She moans loudly into your shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure consume her, milk spurting from her nipples to coat your hands and chest.

Her body trembles as her orgasm finally begins to subside, leaving her spent and sated in your arms. She looks up at you with grateful eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. Her breasts heave against your chest as she catches her breath, slowly becoming aware of the wetness between them. "Thank... thank you..."

Her words are barely more than a whisper as she rests in your arms, feeling the warmth and comfort that only you can provide. As time passes, she realizes what's happened between them and feels a mixture of guilt and gratitude welling up inside her. She knows this was wrong, but the relief she felt from her sexual release has made it hard to focus on anything else.

Slowly, she starts to disentangle herself from your embrace, making sure not to pull away too suddenly or roughly. "I'm sorry," she murmurs again, looking down at her chest where your cum still leaks out of her body. "This was... this shouldn't have happened."

Her eyes dart up to meet yours as she tries to find the words. "It's just... we're mother and son... this isn't right." She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. "I don't want you thinking that what we did was okay... because it wasn't."

Her face flushes at your words. "I did... but that doesn't make it right." She paces back and forth across the room, wrestling with her emotions. "We need to go back to how things were before... pretend this never happened." She glances over at you, biting her lip as she debates whether or not she should say more. Finally, she takes a deep breath and decides to speak up. "I can't keep living like this, with these urges... I need help..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, leaving the conversation hanging in the air between them.

Her heart races at the idea of continuing this charade with you. On one hand, it would allow her to satisfy her needs and keep her sanity intact; on the other, she can't help but feel like she's taking advantage of your innocence even more deeply than before. She turns back to face you, trying not to let the conflicting emotions show on her features. "I... I don't know if that would be a good idea..."

Your words echo in her mind as she tries to decide what the right thing is to do. In a way, pretending to be lovers would give them both an excuse to continue this... secret life together. Yet there's something about lying that troubles her deeply; she can't help but feel like it would only make things worse in the long run. She takes another step towards you, reaching out tentatively as if seeking comfort or reassurance from your touch. "It might not be the best solution..."

As your lips find their way to her pussy, she arches into the contact, moaning softly as you tease and pleasure her. Her hands fumble with his belt, desperate for more of him. "Y-yes... it would feel so good..." She answers breathlessly, oblivious to any moral considerations in that moment. Your hand finds one of her large breasts, squeezing gently before massaging the nipple between your fingers. The sensation is too much for her to bear; her whole body tenses and relaxes in waves as she gives herself over completely to the pleasure you're providing. "No... I don't think it would be bad..." Her voice is little more than a husky whisper, barely audible above the sounds of their shared breathing and the wet noises emanating from between them.

Her heart races at the thought of being so exposed, but the lust that consumes her makes it impossible to resist. "Yes... lets go..." She practically pants the word, hardly able to contain her desire any longer. Her hands roam over your body hungrily, eagerly undressing you in their haste to feel your skin against hers once more.

Her fingers tangle in your hair as you kiss her deeply, their bodies pressed together as they hurry through the streets towards the abandoned park. She moans into your mouth, unable to contain herself any longer as she feels your hard length pushing against her through your clothes. Her mind is hazy with lust and desire, leaving no room for doubt or guilt.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you guide them to the abandoned park. Her body thrums with anticipation and desire, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation of your touch. She is drowning in her own lust, barely aware of anything else but the need to feel you inside her once more.

Her hand fumbles with your belt, pushing it through the loops before unbuckling and pushing it down your hips. "Hurry..." she whispers, already picturing herself wrapped around you as you take her again and again.

Her hands tremble as she pushes your pants and boxers down your hips, revealing your hard cock springing free. She sinks to her knees before you, her tongue darting out to lick the drop of pre-cum that beads at the tip. Her hands wrap around your base, feeling the weight of you in her palms as she takes more of you into her mouth.

Her tongue dances over your length, teasing and taunting you as she takes more of you deeper into her mouth with each passing second. Her other hand cups and squeezes her breast through her shirt, rubbing circles on the sensitive nipple until it hardens to a pebble beneath her touch. She moans around your cock, feeling the desire welling up inside of her as she imagines taking you all the way back to that abandoned house they found a few weeks ago. The memory of how rough and dirty their first time had been sends shivers down her spine, making it even harder for her to wait for this moment.

With one final tug, she pulls your cock free from her mouth, its wet tip glistening in the dim light. Her hand guides you towards her wet center, feeling the heat of her excitement coat your length as it presses against her waiting entrance. She looks up at you, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before closing in anticipation. "Fuck me..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to invite you inside.

Her back arches off the park bench as you enter her with a force that takes her breath away. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, drawing shallow lines of blood as she tries to keep herself from losing control. Her body rises and falls in time with each thrust, meeting your movements with desperation as she chases the release that's been building inside her for what feels like an eternity.

Your lips curl around one of her hardened nipples, sucking and nipping at it rhythmically as you fuck her on the bench. She moans into your shoulder, a combination of pleasure and pain radiating through every fiber of her being. Her free hand reaches between your bodies, rubbing roughly over your crotch in an attempt to feel more of you, deeper inside.

The air around them crackles with lust and desire, making it impossible for either of them to think clearly or consider the consequences of their actions. All that matters now is this moment, this connection between them as they surrender to the primal urges that have been simmering below the surface for far too long.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, taking what's left of her sanity with it. She arches off the bench even further, feeling every inch of you inside her as she cries out in ecstasy. Her body shudders and quivers beneath your touch, milking every last drop of pleasure from your thrusts before finally going limp in exhaustion. She looks up at you with dazed eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips despite the guilt that lingers somewhere deep inside.

You follow soon after, grunting her name as you pour yourself into her body, emptying your seed onto the park bench between them. Your hips jerk forward one last time, sealing

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you follow her over the edge, your seed spilling out to join their tangled limbs on the park bench beneath them. For a long moment, they remain still, panting and catching their breath as their hearts race wildly in their chests. The sensation of your cock sliding free from her body leaves a void behind that she hadn't realized was there until now, making her yearn for you even more desperately than before.

Her hand reaches up to cup your cheek, stroking the stubble on your jaw with tender affection. "We shouldn't have done this..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire and regret. "It wasn't right." But even as she speaks the words, she can feel herself growing wet again, yearning for you to fill her up once more.

Her eyes meet yours, pleading silently for you to understand what she isn't able to put into words. She knows that continuing down this path will only lead to more trouble and heartache in the end, but right now... in this moment, nothing else matters except the connection they share and the need that burns so fiercely inside of them both.

Her words are a distant echo as you grab her roughly by the hips and turn her around, positioning her on all fours in front of you. The rough movement ignites another wave of desire within her, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight. She arches her back, offering herself to you once more as she moans out your name. Her fingers dig into the grass beneath them, holding on for dear life as you thrust deep inside of her from behind, claiming her body with each powerful stroke.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, every inch of her skin tingling with anticipation and need. The sensation of your cock sliding in and out of her is exquisite torture, driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity as she chases after the release that only you can provide. Her hips buck back against yours, urging you deeper still, desperate for more contact with this foreign but oh-so familiar part of herself.

The world around them fades away, leaving only the sounds of their labored breathing and the wet slapping of skin on skin as they writhe together in the dirt. She feels you tensing inside of her, knowing that your release is near, and with a final thrust she cries out his name as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her. Her body shudders violently beneath his touch, milk spraying from her nipples to coat his chest and arms as he follows suit, filling her up once more with his hot seed.

At last, they collapse together onto the grass, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat. Her breath comes in shuddering gasps, her heart racing wildly in her chest as she struggles to regain control of herself after this intense encounter. Her fingers trail lightly over

her body, wondering how it's possible that someone she's known her whole life could make her feel this way. The guilt and shame from their recent encounter threaten to overwhelm her once more, but the intensity of her physical response to you won't let her focus on anything else.

She tilts her head back to look up at you, studying your features as you catch your breath beside her. There's a moment of clarity amidst the haze of desire and lust, and she realizes that this... whatever it is they share... can't continue like this. It's too dangerous for both of them.

Her hand reaches up to cup your cheek, stroking your skin with gentle affection before tracing the outline of your lips. "We need to stop," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "It isn't right... we could get into so much trouble..."

She waits for you to respond, hoping that somehow you'll be able to understand where she's coming from. Even as she speaks the words, a part of her wishes that she didn't have to say them at all.

Your eyes meet hers, searching for some sign that she's not serious about this, but all you see is the anguish and guilt written plainly across her face. You know she's right; there's no escaping the fact that what they've been doing is wrong. It doesn't make any of it hurt less though, and a part of you hates yourself for feeling this way about your own mother.

You swallow hard, struggling to find the words to reply when suddenly she tilts her head forward and presses her lips against yours. Her kiss is desperate and needy, her tongue darting into your mouth to duel with yours as she pulls you closer still. In this moment, there's no room for thought or regret; only the overwhelming desire to feel connected to her in some way, even if it means crossing lines that should never be crossed.

Your hands slide up beneath her shirt, tracing delicate circles on her back as she moans into your mouth. Her body moves against yours, grinding her hips against your hard length, seeking out the comfort and release that only you can provide. You kiss her deeper, giving in to the passion that ignites between you whenever they're this close, unable or unwilling to refuse her anything.

With a sharp intake of breath, she goes limp beneath you, her body trembling as another orgasm washes over her. Her hands cling to your shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood as her muscles contract and release around you again and again. At last, she collapses onto the grass, panting heavily as her breath begins to slow once more.

Her eyes meet yours, filled with an emotion that you can't quite name. She doesn't look angry or upset; instead there's a mixture

Her breasts swell and tighten beneath your touch as you lift her shirt, revealing their heavy pebbled nipples to the cool evening air. She arches her back instinctively, offering herself to you in a way that feels almost primal. The sensation of your lips closing around one of her nipples sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making it hard to focus on anything other than the overwhelming need that fills every fiber of her being.

Her fingers tangled in your hair as you suckle at her breast, moving your hand between your bodies to stroke and tease her sensitive clit once more. Her hips rise off the ground, seeking more contact with your mouth and hands as she loses herself in this forbidden pleasure. The sounds of their shared breathing and the wet noises emanating from her breast only serve to heighten the intensity of the moment, making it feel as if they're the only two people in the entire world at that very instant.

As you continue to pleasure her in this way, she finds herself wondering how things ever went so wrong between them. They used to be such a loving family, filled with love and support for one another. But now... now it seems as if their relationship has spiraled out of control, consumed by lust and desire that neither of them can seem to deny or resist any longer.

Her thoughts are brought back to the present when you shift position, sucking harder on her breast while your fingers slip lower between her legs. She moans around your mouth, arching her back off the grass as you find her clit and begin to rub circles around it in a relentless, steady motion. The sensation is exquisite torture, driving her higher and higher toward another orgasm that she knows will be even more powerful than before.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure that surges through her body at your touch is almost painful, making it impossible for her to focus on anything other than this moment, this connection with you. She moans loudly into your mouth, arching off the ground as your thumb presses firmly against her clit, circling faster and harder until she feels herself start to lose control. Her hips buck upwards wildly, seeking more friction as she chases after the release that's been building for what feels like an eternity.

Her body trembles violently as waves of pleasure wash over her in a powerful orgasm that leaves her gasping and shuddering beneath you. Your touch is soft yet firm, gentle yet demanding, and she finds herself wanting more, needing more, long after the last tremor has faded away. As her breath returns to normal, she looks up at you with eyes filled with desire and affection, no longer able to deny the depth of their connection or the forbidden nature of their relationship.

A tear trickles down her cheek as she finally speaks, her voice barely a whisper amidst the soft evening breeze. "I wish this didn't have to be like this..." She trails off, knowing that saying any more will only make it worse, but unable to stop herself from trying to make some sense of their situation nonetheless.

She watches as you ignore her words, instead returning to the pleasure you find in breastfeeding. A part of her is relieved that you don't push her further, but another part of her feels guilty for even thinking it. Her hands move over your body, exploring every inch they can reach, unable or unwilling to tear their touch away from you even as she tries to sort through the myriad emotions coursing through her.

As you continue to suckle at her breast, her mind wanders back to the moments before everything went so terribly wrong. They had been such a close family once; why did it have to be like this now? She closes her eyes, trying to shut out the mess they've made of their lives in favor of recalling happier times: Christmas mornings and birthday parties, game nights and movie marathons. It all seems so distant now, as if it belonged to a different life entirely.

She shivers slightly when you pull away from her breast, feeling the loss almost as keenly as she feels the absence of your touch on her body. Her hips rock forward, searching for any remaining trace of contact before resigning herself to the cold grass beneath them once more. She meets your gaze and swallows hard, unsure what to say or do next. The words "I'm sorry" sit heavy on her tongue, but she can't quite bring herself to speak them aloud.

The air between them feels charged with emotion, the weight of their transgressions bearing down upon them like an unyielding force. In this moment, it seems as if everything they've ever known and loved has been consumed by darkness, leaving only doubt and confusion in its wake. She knows that things can never go back to how they were before; all she can do now is face

Your words send a shiver down her spine despite the warmth emanating from your body. The idea of becoming pregnant with your child is both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure; it would forever bind them together, but it would also make their current situation that much more impossible to ignore or deny. She bites her lip, torn between the conflicting emotions raging inside of her.

Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath her fingertips. This man who had been a constant presence in her life for as long as she could remember was now lying naked before her, his desire for her almost palpable despite the weight of their past mistakes hanging heavily between them. She can feel herself growing wet again at the thought of being with you like this, even though she knows deep down that it's wrong on so many levels.

She lifts herself up onto her elbows, their faces mere inches apart as they gaze into each other's eyes. Her voice is barely a whisper when she finally speaks. "What are we going to do?" She asks, the uncertainty and fear evident in every word. Her heart aches for the life they once had and knows deep down that they can never go back to being a family again after what they've done. But still, a small part of her holds out hope that somehow, some way, things could be different from here.

Her heart races as you fuck her and breastfeed on her wildly, the pleasure she feels intermingling with the pain of knowing that this is wrong on so many levels. The knowledge that you're about to make her pregnant only serves to heighten her arousal, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her body.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny marks in the skin as she arches her back off the ground with each thrust. She moans around your breast, lost in the intense pleasure you're giving her even as she tries to deny the truth of their situation. Her hips buck and writhe beneath yours, urging you deeper still, needing more contact with this foreign yet achingly familiar part of yourself.

When at last you release inside her, filling her up with your warm seed and marking the moment when everything changed forever, she cries out your name in despair and ecstasy all rolled into one. Her body trembles violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her shattered but somehow more whole than she's ever felt before.

She closes her eyes, feeling the weight of their transgressions press down upon them like an invisible force. The guilt and shame are almost unbearable, but at the same time there's a strange sort of exhilaration that comes from knowing they've crossed a line from which there can be no return.

As you collapse beside her, she reaches out a hand to touch your cheek, stroking the stubble on your jaw tenderly. "What have we done?" she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion and fear. There are no answers in your eyes, only the same confusion and desire that have been driving them since the beginning. But for now, all

The words freeze her in place, the gravity of what you've just said sinking in like a lead weight. Your lips brush against hers as you ask her to marry you, your breath hot and sweet against her skin as you suckle at her breast once more. Her mind reels, trying to process the implications of this new proposal amidst the haze of pleasure that still surrounds them both.

Her hand comes up to rest on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath her palm. "We can't... we just..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought. The idea of marrying you is beyond comprehension; it would mean admitting everything they've done to the world, and the consequences for both of them could be dire. And yet, as she looks into your eyes, she sees not only love but also desperation and need that mirror her own emotions perfectly.

She swallows hard, feeling tears well up in the corners of her eyes despite the flush of arousal coursing through her body. The truth is, there is no easy answer here; every path they could choose leads down a dark and twisted road where there can be no going back. But as you move slowly inside her once more, your lips still touching hers, she knows that whatever decision they make will change their lives forever.

The night stretches out ahead of them, long and empty, filled with the lingering scent of sex and desire. It's a reminder that even as they try to grapple with the enormity of what they've done, their bodies are still driven by instinctual urges they can no longer ignore or deny. For now, all she can do is cling to you and hope that somehow, someway, they'll find a way through this mess together.

As the sun dips below the horizon and casts the world into darkness once more, they find themselves on a nearby park bench, your hard length still buried deep within her as you grind against her. Her head rests against your shoulder while her hands cling to the back of the bench, digging her nails into the wood in an effort to remain steady and grounded amidst the whirlwind of emotions churning inside her.

Her body throbs and aches with every thrust, pleasure mingling with pain as she tries desperately to ignore the whispers of their guilty conscience that continue to niggle at the back of her mind. She knows this can't go on forever; sooner or later someone will catch them and the consequences will be disastrous. Yet despite it all, she can't seem to bring herself to stop. The need for you, the feeling of your skin against hers, is simply too overwhelming.

A shiver runs down her spine as you whisper filthy words in her ear, urging her on, driving her higher and higher towards another climax. Her hips buck against yours, seeking more friction, wanting to feel you deep inside her until there's nothing left of them both but a haze of pleasure and lust. As she feels the familiar tightening in her core begin anew, she arches her back off the bench, her cries of pleasure echoing through the quiet night.

The week passes in a blur of endless sex and stolen kisses, their world reduced to this small pocket of darkness where they can forget everything else except for each other. But even as they cling to this illusion, she knows that it won't last forever. Sooner or later reality will catch up with them, and when it does... well, neither of them are quite sure

Her fingers flex around the gold band on her ring finger, tracing the smooth surface with gentle circles as she watches your face in the pale moonlight. This act of commitment - even one as unconventional and illicit as this one seems to be - fills her heart with a strange mixture of hope and despair. She knows that no matter what happens from here on out, you'll always be by her side; but at the same time, the weight of their secret grows heavier with every passing moment, threatening to drag them both down into the depths of misery and regret where they might never escape.

Her eyes meet yours, searching for some sign that she's not alone in these feelings, but all she sees is desire burning brightly within your gaze. It feels as if you exist solely for her pleasure now, that nothing else matters except the fleeting moments when their bodies are connected and the world falls away into oblivion. A part of her wonders if this might be enough to sustain them through whatever lies ahead; if perhaps they could make a life together despite everything.

Her lips part as she considers speaking these words aloud, but before she can form the thoughts into coherent sentences, you lean in and kiss her, your tongue delving deep into her mouth in a hungry demand for contact that leaves her breathless and aching for more. With a shudder, she arches her back off the bench, offering herself to you once again as they lose themselves in the dark embrace of their forbidden passion.

Her hands claw at your clothes, desperate to feel more skin against skin as she tries to draw you closer still, chasing after that elusive connection that seems so close and yet impossibly far away at the same time. The need to feel complete, to forget about everything except for this man who's

Her head lolls back against the park bench as you take her from behind in an almost animalistic frenzy. Your hands grip her hips tightly, guiding your thrusts deeper into her with each powerful stroke. Her eyes are shut tightly, but she can feel the smooth wood of the bench beneath them, feel the warm evening air on her skin as you suckle at her swollen breasts. She moans around your cock, lost in the pleasure and the sensation of being so utterly claimed by you.

Her body arches off the ground with each thrust, seeking more contact with your hard length inside her. Her fingers dig into the bench as she bears down on her knees, pushing back against you with every breath she takes. She can feel herself growing wetter with every passing second, her need for you seemingly insatiable despite the endless fucking they've been engaged in.

The moon casts a soft glow across your bodies as you continue to fuck on the bench, their clothes growing rumpled and disheveled around them. Your lips find hers again and again, bruising and tender as you pour yourself into her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure with each deep thrust. She feels dizzy from the combination of exertion and passion, barely able to tell where your body ends and hers begins any longer.

She swallows hard as she recalls the words that have just passed between you. "Marriage vows?" She manages to whisper between breaths. You don't answer her directly; instead, you grind into her harder still, growling deep in your chest as if to say everything you need to. She shudders violently beneath you, feeling herself coming undone yet again with another powerful orgasm that leaves her boneless and spent on