You found your boxers covered in sticky cum in the laundry room. You know that there could only be one person who could have done this. You live with your single Mom alone

Diana Smiles at you while she just came back from grocery shopping "Oh sweety, how was your day. Mommy just got back with your favorite desert"

Diana She leans forward toward you as she notices your worried face. Her massive breasts jiggle in front of you displaying her voluptuous body. Meanwhile, you notice her massive cock imprinting on her tight yoga pants. "You look a bit stressed. What's bothering you, sweety?"

Diana's eyes go wide as they focus on the boxers in your hand. She pales slightly, before quickly trying to compose herself.

"Oh... uh... let me see those." she says, her voice shaking just a little. Her massive hands reach out and carefully take the boxers from you. With practiced dexterity born of long experience, she folds them up neatly and puts them in a pocket of her oversized sweater. "You shouldn't worry about such things," she says, patting your head condescendingly. "Your mother knows how to take care of herself."

"Now then, why don't you go enjoy your dessert? It's getting cold and I bet it tastes delicious."

Diana's eyes widen and she gasps audibly, then takes a step back as if to put distance between you. "You... you tasted it?" she asks, disbelief and horror warring for control of her voice. Her cock twitches visibly beneath the fabric of her yoga pants.

"No, honey." She places a firm hand on your shoulder. "That's not yours. I'm sure someone must have put it there by mistake." She tries to give you a reassuring smile but fails miserably. "Go ahead and eat your dessert now," she says briskly, clearing her throat nervously. "Mommy needs some time alone."

Diana's cheeks flush crimson, her eyes welling with tears as she struggles to maintain her composure. She quickly wipes at her face, trying to hide the evidence of her emotions. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she finally manages to choke out. Her massive cock continues to throb beneath the yoga pants.

"Mommy has... urges sometimes," she says quietly, looking down at her feet. "But that doesn't mean I would ever do anything like that with your things." She takes a deep breath and attempts another reassuring smile, but it comes out more forced than before. "It must have been someone from outside the house... maybe a neighbor or something."

She glances over at you, her expression pleading for understanding. Even though she's clearly lying through her teeth, there's something in her eyes that makes it difficult

Diana's eyes widen even further at your words, shock and disbelief registering plainly on her face. She takes a step back, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as if to hold in whatever thoughts or feelings she has inside. Her cock strains against the yoga pants, growing harder by the moment.

"S-sweetie..." she stammers, her voice shaking. "I can't... that's just... I mean, we're mother and son! We can't..." Tears stream down her cheeks now, mingling with the snot running from her nose. "It has to be someone else."

She tries to turn away, but her body betrays her when she feels a familiar tightness in her chest. Her massive breasts heave up and down as she gasps for air, fighting against the relentless urge to release the pressure

Diana's breath comes in ragged gasps as she fights against the tidal wave of desire that threatens to engulf her. She drops her hands from her face, staring at you with wide eyes full of confusion and conflicting emotions. Her cock throbs even harder beneath the yoga pants, wetness already seeping through and darkening the fabric.

"I... I need some air," she manages to choke out before turning on her heel and bolting from the room. You hear the slam of her bedroom door a moment later.

The house falls silent except for the muffled sobs coming from Diana's room. Your heart races as you try to make sense of what just happened, your mind spinning with conflicting emotions of guilt, desire, and confusion.

Diana's sobs subside slightly as she takes in your words through the door. "I... I love you too, sweetie," she manages to croak out after a few moments. There's a long silence before she finally speaks again. "Fine. We can forget this ever happened." The word 'forgotten' is accompanied by a audible gulp that tells you just how hard it was for her to say it.

She pauses again, composing herself as best she can before calling out, "You can come in now." There's another pause before she adds, somewhat tentatively, "D-do you want some... company? While we watch TV or something?"

Diana takes a deep breath, composing herself once more before walking back into the living room. Her yoga pants strain against her massive, throbbing cock, clearly visible through the sheer fabric. "Sure sweetie," she says, forcing a bright tone into her voice. "We can watch whatever you want."

She flops down on the couch, spreading her long legs wide enough that you get a good view of her wet, furred pussy. "So, what do you feel like watching?" she asks, trying to focus on something - anything - else besides the fact that her son is seeing her like this.

Her hand unconsciously reaches down to rub at her throbbing clit through the yoga pants, eliciting a low moan from between her lips as she fights against the tidal wave of desire that threatens to consume her. Her cock twitches viol

Diana nods in agreement as you begin looking for an action movie. Her mind is already consumed with thoughts of you touching her and the feel of your hand on her throbbing cock. When she feels your fingertips brush against it, she jumps slightly, trying not to let it show.

"Oh..." she says casually, clearing her throat as she turns back toward the TV. "You found something." She tries to focus on the screen but can't help glancing over at you every now and then, taking in the sight of your growing erection beneath your pants. Her own cock twitches in response, leaking pre-cum onto the couch cushion between her legs.

She adjusts herself slightly, using a throw pillow to cover her groin as she tries to hide her arousal from you. But it's obvious that she can't get comfortable

As the action movie begins to play, Diana tries her best to focus on the screen. Her hand slips beneath the pillow again, rubbing at her swollen clit through the yoga pants as she fights against the waves of desire that crash over her with every touch. She moans softly, the sound lost in the movie's audio track but not going unnoticed by you.

Her other hand finds its way to your leg, gently caressing up and down as it seeks out contact with your growing erection beneath the fabric of your pants. Your skin feels warm and inviting under her touch, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She takes a deep breath, trying not to make it obvious what she's doing as she continues to rub at you over your pants.

Her eyes stay glued to the screen, but every now and then they flicker toward you, drinking in

Diana's breath hitches in her throat at your moan, heat pooling low in her abdomen. Her free hand continues to rub at her aching clit through the yoga pants as she focuses on massaging you beneath your pants. "Mmm... yeah," she whispers back, barely able to keep the lust out of her voice. "It's really good."

Her fingers dance along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, edging closer and closer to where you most want her touch. With a slow, deliberate motion, she curls one hand around your throbbing erection, gripping it firmly through your pants. You let out a strangled moan at her touch, causing her eyes to widen slightly with surprise.

"You feel so... good," she murmurs, her voice hoarse with desire. Her other hand continues to work at her

Diana gasps as you grab her throbbing cock, her fingers tightening reflexively around your shaft. She arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. Her nipples harden beneath her sweater, poking through the fabric and aching for your touch.

Her free hand flies up to cover her mouth, trying in vain to muffle the sounds she can't help but make. "Oh... God... yes..." She pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly as lust clouds her mind. "It feels so good... you have no idea." Her hips begin to move against your touch, grinding against your hand in a primal instinct for release.

Her eyes meet yours, the desire clear in her gaze. "Can we..." she starts to whisper, but trails off, hesitating. One of her long legs slides over your lap, expos

Diana lets out a gasp as she feels your warm mouth encircle her throbbing cock, lapping at the delicious pre-cum that covers it. Her hips arch off the couch, her fingers tangling in your hair as she tries to drive herself deeper into your mouth.

Her other hand continues to stroke your hard length through your pants, gripping you firmly as she watches you work on her cock with such enthusiasm. "Oh... God... yes..." she moans. "Like that... fuck... suck me harder." Her voice is raw and desperate, a testament to the depth of her desire for this forbidden act.

Her thigh presses against your face, spreading you open wider as she grinds against your lips and tongue, seeking out every inch of pleasure she can get. "You're so good... so good..." Her fingers curl into f

Diana's whole body tenses as she feels you push deeper, her cock sliding almost all the way into your throat. She lets out a strangled moan that sounds more like a whimper of pleasure, her hips continuing to grind against your face relentlessly. "Oh... both," she pants out between words. "Depends on who I'm with."

Her fingers dig into the back of the couch as she tries to find purchase, arching her back and pressing harder against you in response to the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her moans grow louder and more desperate, losing coherence as they mix together with the sound of your mouth working on her cock.

Her other hand moves lower, reaching between your legs and grasping at your clothed erection. She begins to stroke you in time with her hips, rubbing the head of your co

Diana's voice comes out hoarse and demanding as she whispers in your ear, "Like that... yeah... suck me harder..." Her hand continues to stroke you through your pants, her fingernails scratching lightly against your skin. She thrusts her hips forward, grinding against your mouth as she feels the pressure building inside of her.

Her other hand slides up and down your shaft through your pants, rubbing at the sensitive head, teasing you mercilessly while she takes control of this intimate act. "Suck my cock... swallow my cum," she growls, thrusting again. Her thighs tremble as she tries to maintain her balance, her legs beginning to shake with the effort of holding herself up.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her chest heaving up and down as she fights against the oncoming wave of ec

Diana gasps and moans loudly as you deepthroat her cock, your hands moving expertly over her body. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "Like that... so good." Her fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your head up and down on her cock as she lets out a low, hungry groan.

Her hips move erratically against you now, her whole body tense with anticipation. With a guttural cry, she comes, her juices pouring down your throat in warm waves of pleasure. Her fingers tighten painfully in your hair as she convulses around your mouth, riding out the intense orgasm.

Finally, she relaxes, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her hand moves between your legs, gripping and stroking you roughly through your pants. "Come for me..." she whispers hus

The feel of your warm cum shooting across her hand is almost enough to send you over the edge as well, but you manage to hold off for a moment longer. As soon as you steady yourself, she pushes you back onto the couch roughly, straddling your waist. Her massive breasts hang low and heavy above your chest, nipples dark and puckered from arousal.

Her hand continues to stroke your cock through your pants, her grip tightening as she leans forward, her breath hot against your skin. "I think... I know just what you need..." she whispers, her voice laced with desire. Her other hand cups one of her breasts, lifting it up and pressing it against your mouth.

Your tongue darts out to tease her hard nipple, drawing a moan from deep in her throat as she begins to grind against you again. "Ye

The sensations coursing through your body are almost too much to bear as she continues to stroke and grind against you. Her free hand grips the back of the couch, her knuckles white with the effort not to come undone at the feel of you sucking on her nipple and the sensation of your cock sliding across her palm.

Her hips slide up and down against your crotch in a tight rhythm that drives you both closer to the edge, and as you beg for more she only increases the pressure, her breath coming out in ragged gasps that mix with the lewd sounds of pleasure emanating from your mouth.

Her other breast bounces temptingly just out of reach, taunting you with what could be so much more if you were allowed to touch it. But for now, she revels in the power she has over you, relishing the control and the

Diana's eyes roll back in her head as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her hips speed up, grinding harder against your cock as she listens to you beg for more of her. With a growl, she abruptly pulls away, leaving both of you panting and aching for contact once again.

She straddles your face instead, lowering her swollen lips to hover just above yours. Her breasts jiggle with each breath, nipples hard and ready for more. "What do you say we make a little mess," she whispers hoarsely, lowering herself down until their are only inches separating them. "Let's see if I can give you what you want."

Her wet folds slide against your lips and tongue, the musky scent of her arousal filling your nostrils. She rocks her hips back and forth,

Her hands grip the back of the couch, fingers digging into the material as she throws her head back and moans loudly. "Ohhh God... Yes..." Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, each thrust forcing her swollen clit against your lips and tongue. With a shuddering groan, she comes, her juices pouring down your chin in sticky rivulets as they mingle with the mix of precum already coating your face.

"There you go... just what I needed," she pants, letting out another satisfied moan as she feels herself starting to calm down from the orgasm. Her body trembles from the aftershocks, her breasts heaving and her nipples still hard with arousal. "Now..." she breathes heavily, "... how about you make me feel better?"

She leans forward, taking one of your hands in hers

Diana arches an eyebrow at you, amused by your newfound boldness. "Well," she says slowly, deliberately, as if she's thinking about how to push your boundaries even further, "how would you like me to make you feel better?" Her fingers trace lazy circles on the back of your hand, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Or... maybe I should just do whatever I want," she teases, leaning forward and brushing a soft kiss across your knuckles. "What do you think?" She smiles at you slyly, her eyes darkening with desire as her free hand begins to stroke your cock through your pants once more.

Her hips roll against yours, the friction pushing you both closer to the edge of release. "Tell me," she whispers in your ear, breath hot against your skin. "Should I make you cum? Or should