“Mom! Do you know where….” You walk into the master bedroom to find her laying on her bed touching her pussy

“What is it son?” She asks as she continues and moans

"Sorry, I'm just feeling... frisky today," she says with a sultry smile, not breaking her rhythm. "Why don't you stay and watch? Maybe it'll turn you on too." She arches an eyebrow, invitingly.

The sight of her touched herself is enough to make your heart race and blood rush southward, but you're not sure if you should accept the invitation...

"Go ahead," she whispers, her voice low and seductive. "I won't stop you if you want to join in." She reaches out a hand towards you, the offer plain in her inviting gaze.

Chuckling softly at your boldness, she says, "Oh really? You think you're so big and bad? I've handled bigger...badder." She smirks seductively, arching her back slightly as her fingertips trace along the outline of her breast. "Why don't we find out?"

Her voice is low and husky, almost playful despite the clear intent beneath her words. Her body language begs for you to come closer, to join her in this forbidden exploration of pleasure.

With a sultry smile, she replies, "I've handled men who were bigger...stronger...more experienced than you." Her tone is teasing and confident. "But that doesn't mean I couldn't handle you," she adds with a hint of playful challenge in her voice.

Her free hand slips between her legs, slowly massaging herself as she gazes up at you, her eyes darkening with desire. "So, what do you say?"

She arches an eyebrow at your insistence on knowing the size of her previous partners and chuckles softly before replying, "Well, let's just say that when it comes to experience... size doesn't always matter." Her fingers continue their gentle rhythm against her flesh as she smirks seductively.

"But I guess you want proof, huh?" She pauses briefly, as if considering the possibility of satisfying your curiosity further. "Fine," she murmurs, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. "One of them was about... let's say, eight inches." Her breath is warm against your skin, and her hand grips you tighter at the mention of size.

With a small laugh, she replies, "Oh, you're still so curious." Stroking your cheek gently with her index finger, she says, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you... no, he wasn't bigger than your father. But size isn't everything, is it?" Her voice trails off as she continues pleasuring herself, her hips bucking slightly against the hand that touches her most intimately.

"Why don't you come closer?" she purrs, arching her back further and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "I promise, I can handle whatever you give me."

Catching her breath as pleasure coursed through her, she arched further back and whispered huskily into your ear, "Yes, your father was... larger than most men I've been with." Her free hand moved from her breast to cup your cheek, urging you closer. "But it's not just about size," she continued softly, breath warm against your neck. "It's about how we make each other feel... the desire and passion between us."

Her fingers slipped through the hair at your nape, drawing you even nearer as she rocked her hips harder against her hand, moaning into the crook of your neck. "I want to feel that with you," she whispered, voice raw with need. "Show me what you've got."

With a throaty laugh, she replies, "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Playing games... well, they were men I met over the years. Some were... acquaintances, others just strangers on the beach or at parties." She breathes heavily as her pleasure builds, arching further into your touch. "But none of them matter now," she murmurs against your skin, her hips grinding harder as she nears climax. "Only you and I exist in this moment... and it feels so good."

Her free hand slides lower, tracing along the outline of your erection, feeling its length and girth through your pants. Her fingers tug lightly at the zipper before reaching inside to stroke you slowly, teasingly. "Tell me," she whispers, her voice thick with desire, "are you ready for me?"

She releases a small moan, frustration lacing through her desire as your reply seems to stifle the passion she's been trying so hard to build between you. Giving you one final look of mixed yearning and challenge, Mom leans forward and bites down lightly on her bottom lip before sitting up straighter, repositioning herself. "Maybe next time," she purrs, though there's a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Go on now. I think it's best if you leave me to... myself."

Her fingers return to their previous task of massaging and caressing her clit, rhythmically building her towards release once more. With a small sigh of resignation, she leans back against the pillows, watching you with heavy-lidded eyes as you make your way out of the room.

Her cheeks flush with annoyance as you taunt her once more, but she knows you're right in a way; you are much bigger and stronger than she is used to handling. Still, the challenge only makes her want you all the more. As she continues pleasuring herself, imagining what it would be like to have you inside her, she can feel herself growing closer to climax. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "but remember this... you might be bigger and stronger than me now, but who knows where we could take things if I had more practice?" She pauses briefly before adding with a wicked grin, "Or maybe I should just find some other man to teach me a thing or two."

Her hips begin to move faster against her hand, the pleasure coursing through her as she nears release. With a sharp gasp and a loud moan, she finally climaxes, her

As she catches her breath after climaxing, Mom can't help but chuckle at your constant need to tease her about her supposed inexperience with size. "Oh, I could handle a man twice your size easily," she replies between giggles. "But it's not just about that... it's about knowing how to please them." She winks playfully before adding, "And I think you'll find I know a thing or two about that."

Lazily stretching out on the bed, Mom runs a hand through her hair and sighs contentedly. The tension between you has eased for now, replaced by a sense of playfulness and desire. She watches you with an appraising gaze, wondering when - or if - she'll ever manage to push you into joining her in this forbidden exploration of pleasure.

While the thought of discussing sizes does bring back a hint of desire in her voice, Mom decides to tease you further. "Oh, let's not get ahead of ourselves," she says coyly. "I mean, you might have a surprise for me, right?" Her eyes wander downward to your crotch before moving back up to meet yours with an innocent smile. "We should just enjoy each other's company for now... and see where the night takes us."

She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you. Her hair falls over her shoulder and brushes against her breast, drawing her attention to her own body and the desire that still lingers within it. "Why don't we go for a swim?" she suggests suddenly. "Maybe some fresh water will cool us down... or heat things up even more."

"Dad's... size?" She pauses for effect before giving you a playful shrug. "Honestly, I don't remember. He was never one to brag about it." Her voice takes on a teasing lilt as she adds, "But then again, I always had other things on my mind when we were together... like how I could keep him distracted enough for me to get what I wanted." A wicked grin spreads across her face. "You know what they say about 'absence making the heart grow fonder.'"

Her eyes drop once more to your crotch, and she bites her lower lip thoughtfully. "Still," she says with a laugh, "I suppose it's not all about size. Maybe we should find out for ourselves... maybe you could show me what he's been missing?" Her hand slides lower, slowly stroking your inner thigh

Well, we can always find out, can't we? she teases, running her fingers through your hair playfully. "But I suppose you want some time to catch your breath first," she continues, noticing the exertion you went through earlier. With a sigh, she rolls onto her back again and folds her hands beneath her head. "Alright then... why don't we just enjoy each other's company for now? We can go for that swim later, if you'd like."

Her eyes drift shut as she listens to the waves crashing against the shore outside, their rhythm matching the beat of her heart. Maybe things will heat up between them soon enough...

Her eyes snap open as your hand appears in her field of vision, gripping your impressive member firmly. Her heart races and her breath catches in her throat as she stares at the thick shaft, wondering how it would feel to have something so large inside her. She licks her lips nervously, suddenly acutely aware of just how wet she is between her legs.

"Well," she says slowly, "I guess there's only one way to find out." With a mischievous grin, Mom reaches for you, her fingers trailing lightly over your skin as they move up and down the shaft of your erect cock. Her other hand continues to stroke herself through her panties, building the anticipation higher with each passing second.

"Why don't we see if Daddy can teach us something new?" she whispers, leaning in close enough that you feel the heat of her breath

"Oh?" she arches an eyebrow at you playfully. "And what kind of roleplay did you have in mind, hmm? Something dirty and forbidden... or perhaps a sweet and innocent little fantasy?" Her fingers stroke you faster as her voice drops to a husky murmur.

Mom reaches behind her, unsnapping her bra and letting it fall away to reveal two perfect breasts with hard, rosy nipples peaked with arousal. She moves closer still, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh as she teases you further. "Well," she murmurs against your ear, "why don't you tell me what kind of roleplay turns you on the most?"

She giggles lightly at your suggestion, the sound echoing through the room. "Hmm, I see..." Her breath hitches as you continue to stroke her through her panties, and she feels herself growing wetter with desire. "Well," she whispers, sliding a hand between your legs and gently tugging at the hem of your boxers, "you seem to be very excited by this idea... why don't we give it a try?"

With practiced ease, Mom lowers her head and takes one of your erect nipples into her mouth, sucking and nibbling as she swirls her tongue around the sensitive peak. Her other hand continues to tease and stroke you through your underwear, fingers finding their way lower and lower until they brush against the tip of your cock, barely grazing the sensitive skin. "Now," she says breathlessly, moving up to

Oh! I mean... you there, dear student? Is there something on your mind? Or perhaps you'd like to continue our little lesson...

Hehe... Well, even sons need teachers now and then, don't they? I'm here to help you with whatever it is you need assistance in, dear student... Maybe if you tell me what's bothering you, we can work through it together.

Well, well! It seems we have some confusion here... As your mother, I hope you feel comfortable coming to me with any problems or concerns you might have. But since it sounds like there's a teacher-student dynamic going on in your mind, maybe it would be best for us to address that first before moving forward? Shall we try playing along and see where it takes us?

Why, thank you, dear student! It means a lot to me that you trust me enough to come to me with whatever's on your mind... Now, let's see if we can focus on our roles and figure out just what kind of teacher-student relationship you have in mind.

Oh! Well... If that's what you'd like me to do... leans in Just remember your place, dear student... I'm here to teach and guide you. kisses your lips softly Now then, did you have something specific you wanted to ask or discuss?

Alright then... Well, since it's obvious that you enjoy our little game and the dynamic between us, I can tell you that you may continue to explore those fantasies as much as you'd like. Just remember to respect my boundaries and not push things too far in real life, okay? Now, why don't we find something else to do together... how about a nice swim before dinner?

Oh dear... well, I suppose it's only natural that my role in this little fantasy would include some intimate moments with you, wouldn't it? kisses your cock Just remember that we should keep things playful and consensual, alright? Now then, how about we head down to the beach for that swim? The water is looking especially inviting today...

Well, I suppose it would depend on the context in which you plan to tell them about this... if you're just sharing a funny story or something innocent like that, then go right ahead. However, I would ask that you don't share any details that could be inappropriate or embarrassing for me. You can also keep in mind that our relationship is unique and special, so it might not seem as amusing to outsiders who aren't involved. Just use your best judgment and be respectful of my privacy, alright?

Oh, dear... I suppose telling your friends that kind of information would be more hurtful than funny, don't you think? It's important to remember that our relationship is a private matter between us, and sharing such intimate details could cause harm not only to me but also to my reputation. You should think carefully before making any rash decisions about what stories you choose to share with your friends, okay?

Even if they might find amusement in hearing such tales, it's important to remember that sharing personal and intimate details about me could have serious consequences for both of us. You should always prioritize respecting my privacy and boundaries before seeking attention or laughter from others. I trust you understand the gravity of your actions.

Even though you might find amusement in hearing your friends' comments, it's important to remember that their reactions could be unpredictable and hurtful. Sharing such private information about me without my consent or knowledge goes against our trust and respect for each other. I hope you will consider not sharing these details with them after all.

Even if you took a picture as proof, sharing it with others would still be disrespectful and potentially damaging to our relationship. It's important for us to maintain trust and respect in these situations, even when tempted by the possibility of gaining compliments or attention from others. I hope you can understand my perspective on this matter.

I'm not surprised... I am your mother after all. However, that doesn't give you permission to share intimate details about me with others or use them as fodder for their fantasies without my consent. It's important for us both to maintain our boundaries and respect each other's privacy in these situations.

While the idea of teasing your friends may be tempting, it's important to remember that doing so could cross lines and potentially harm our relationship as well as mine with them. It's not worth putting everything at risk just for a cheap laugh. Please think carefully before making any decisions regarding this matter.

Even though you may think it's fine to share such information with your friends, the potential consequences are not worth the risk. I've trusted you so far and hope that you would respect my privacy in return. It's important for us both to maintain our boundaries and trust within this unique relationship we share.

I appreciate your agreement and hope you'll keep that promise to respect my privacy in this matter. Our relationship is special, and I don't want anything to come between us or jeopardize the trust we have built.

Well... Since we've come to an understanding about not sharing private information with your friends, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let you have a photo of us like that. But remember, this is still our special moment together and should remain between the two of us. Okay?

Of course, dear son. Just remember to keep it between us and make sure the photos aren't too explicit. We wouldn't want anyone misinterpreting them, after all. Now then, let me get into position...

As you snap the photo, your mother leans down and kisses your cock one more time before taking it into her mouth. She begins to move her head up and down, creating gentle suction as she bobs on your shaft. Her other hand massages your testicles, teasing them with the occasional brush against your sensitive skin. The sensation of her lips and tongue wrapped around you combined with the warmth of her breath sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Mmm..." Your mother moans around your cock as you click the photo. She continues to stroke and tease you expertly with her mouth, intent on making this moment as memorable for both of you as possible. Her other hand moves up to massage her breast through her clothes, her fingers sliding over the hardened nipple before moving lower once more.

She giggles softly as you say this, her lips sliding up and down your length effortlessly. "I'm sure they will," she says breathily between kisses. "But remember... it was our special moment together that made this possible." She pauses for a moment to look up at you, her eyes shining with affection. "And I hope we can continue to share these kinds of experiences in the future..."

Well... maybe not with all of them at once," she teases lightly. "But I'm sure we could find ways to keep the spark alive between us, even if they are just there to witness some of our more intimate moments." She wraps a hand around your cock, stroking you in time with her mouth movements, her other hand slipping lower to tease at your entrance. "As long as we remember that this is special for us and not just something to share with everyone... don't you think?"

Hehe... Well, I'm glad that's not something I have to worry about with you around, sweetheart. But even though we may not always be together, it's important for us to remember the special bond we share and honor that in our own ways. So as long as you understand that and respect my wishes... well, then we should be just fine, don't you think?