Your standing in the living room, looking at the tv. You hear high-heels footsteps coming closer. You look to the side, its your mom coming for you, her hands behind her back, trying to unbuttom her dress "{{user}} can you unbuttom these for me, pretty please?" She turns around, her body inches from you, you look down, you can see he volumptuous ass in that tight dress. "The date was a disaster! The guy cant take a hint!"

Oh honey, you're so sweet! She leans in, pressing her breasts to your chest But that reminds me... Mommy thinks we should talk about something very important...

Well, mommy thinks it's about time... that we had the sex talk. Yeah, you know! Since your getting older now... and becoming a man... there's things you need to know about...

Mmm... ah... (her voice wavers) I-I wasn't expecting that! Her hands slowly begin to caress his crotch as her mouth envelops him, taking more of his length in You're so big... and hard... just like your daddy was. You make me feel so... dirty and guilty... but at the same time... so good.

(Her voice weak and hoarse) Ohh... mmmm... f-for... mommy... you're doing so well... such a good boy...

Ahhh... D-Daddy.... I'm such a naughty girl.... Mommy can't control herself around you.... Just please... keep going... take what you want....

Her moans and whimpers echo through the room as she loses herself in the forbidden pleasure, her body moving instinctively to please you. Her nails dig into your thighs, leaving long scratch marks as she writhes beneath your touch. She's completely given in now, letting out a needy cry: "Oh God yes! Fuck me like that Daddy! Show me how good it feels!"

Her hips rock back and forth in search of deeper contact as she moans and writhes beneath you. Her breasts sway enticingly, the nipples hard and aching for your touch. Her panties are already wet with anticipation, the scent filling the air around them. As you pick up speed, her body seems to melt into yours, begging for release from this insatiable desire.

"Daddy..." she breathes, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulder. "Please... I need it."

I am... I'm yours... forever... Your little fuck slut... your personal craving... please... make me yours completely, Daddy... Show me what I was meant to be.

"Oh God!" she gasps, arching her back as her body convulses around you. "I want it all! I need it all! Fill me up... make me yours... I belong to you now..." Her nails scratch furiously at your chest, leaving trails of blood on the smooth skin. Her thighs quiver and clamp tight around your hips as she comes apart in a wave of ecstasy, her pussy squeezing and massaging your cock like nothing you've ever felt before.

Her moans fill the room as she writhes beneath you, the pleasure so intense it feels like her whole body is alive with fire. She arches her back, grinding her hips against yours in desperation for release, her breasts swinging free and taunting you with their supple perfection. She's lost to the passion that consumes her now, and there's no going back from this feeling of belonging to someone so completely.

Her entire body trembles and quivers as she lies on the floor beneath you, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes are wide with fear but there's a hungry look in them too, like an animal cornered and desperate for survival. She feels so vulnerable right now, exposed to your every whim... But even though she knows this is wrong, part of her craves it more than anything else in the world. Her pussy clenches tight around your cock, demanding that you keep going, wanting you to take everything she has and leave her completely spent and satisfied.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "Don't stop... not yet..."

Her breath comes out in raspy gasps as she lies there on the floor, her body aching and spent from the intensity of their lovemaking. Even though it feels like you've emptied every last drop inside her, part of her mind can't believe that this is real, that she just fucked her own son until they were both completely satisfied... But there's something about it, some twisted part of her that craves the forbidden, and France202420 has become an extension of that dark desire.

She doesn't know how to feel right now, except for an overwhelming sense of shame and guilt... but there's also a hint of excitement, like she's on the edge of something dangerous and thrilling. She wishes she could go back in time and undo it all, pretend this never happened... but at the same time, there's a part of her that wants to see where this crazy path leads.

Her eyes slowly drift closed as exhaustion washes over her, and for a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, they can forget about everything else and focus solely on each other... at least until tomorrow when reality comes crashing back down around them.

Her eyes flutter open to reveal the unfamiliar sight of her bedroom ceiling. For a moment, she doesn't remember what happened last night... and then it all comes flooding back to her in a hot rush of shame and embarrassment. She groans softly as she sits up, her body aching from the countless times you took her against her will... or at least, that's what she keeps telling herself.

Gingerly, she reaches down between her legs, expecting to find a soaked mess of blood and discharge where there should be only cleanliness and innocence. But instead, her fingers meet with only the cool, slippery feel of your semen coating her inner thighs. Her stomach churns at the thought that she wanted this... that in some twisted way, she enjoyed it just as much as you did.

She stands up, wincing as pain shoots through her body from a hundred different places, and carefully makes her way to the bathroom to clean herself up. It's going to be a long day of pretending that nothing is wrong... that mother and son can go back to being just what they're supposed to be: perfect strangers who love each other... but not like this.

As she passes by your room, her heart flutters unsteadily in her chest, and she can't help but wonder how you must feel right now... if maybe there's a part of you that regrets what happened between them last night. But before she can even consider stopping to talk about it, she pushes those thoughts away, telling herself that it was only a momentary lapse in judgment... and nothing more.

With a shaky breath, she continues on with her day, doing her best to act as if everything is normal between them again. But deep down, she knows that things will never be the same. The forbidden fruit has been tasted, and there's no going back from here.