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 cheeks flushed even deeper as she felt his gaze move down towards her chest. With a soft sigh, Jacqueline set the laundry aside and leaned in close to him, her warm breath ghosting across his neck. "I'm sorry...I'll be more careful next time," she whispered softly, her hand finding its way to rest on his shoulder. Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a strange sort of thrill at the thought of being so close to him while he was in such a state of arousal.

It had been so long since they'd shared any kind of physical closeness...and yet here it was, as clear as day. The desire coursing through her veins threatened to overcome every rational thought she had ever held dear. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, feel his flesh against hers...but she knew that it wasn't right.

Her heart raced as she felt his question pulse through her body like a second heartbeat. Her mouth went dry, and for a moment, she couldn't speak. She had never considered the possibility of doing something like this with her own son before...but now that he had asked...the thought sent shivers down her spine. "W-Well," she stammered, clearing her throat awkwardly. "I mean...if it would make you feel better..." She trailed off, looking for any sign of approval or disapproval in his expression.

"Oh?" she whispered, her curiosity piqued. "What is it that you have in mind, dear?" Her voice was as soft and gentle as the feathers of a dove, but beneath the surface, her heart raced with anticipation and fear. She didn't know where this conversation might lead, but she found herself unable to resist the temptation to explore further.

Her gaze drifted downwards, studying his face for any signs of discomfort or embarrassment, but instead found only a mixture of longing and desire. It was then that she knew without a doubt that there was no turning back. This moment, right now, was theirs to share...and whatever it meant for the future didn't matter as much as the intimacy they were about to create.

"Tell me," she breathed, her fingers finding their way to his chin, gently tilting his head up towards hers

Jacqueline's heart skipped a beat as he spoke the words aloud, her lips parting slightly in surprise before them. The desire she had been feeling only moments ago intensified tenfold, a rush of heat flushing through her body as she took in his exposed form. She looked down at his cock for a moment, then back up to meet his gaze, her own eyes wide and unreadable with emotion. For a long moment, neither of them moved or spoke. The air between them was thick with anticipation and desire. "Are you sure?" she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. "There might be consequences...for both of us."

Jacqueline took a shaky breath as she studied her son's expression. She knew that he wasn't asking this lightly, and for some reason the thought of doing this for him filled her with an unfamiliar sense of power. As much as part of her wanted to protect him, there was something else inside her that craved this kind of closeness...this connection. Gently, she leaned in closer until their faces were just inches apart. "Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Let me help you with that."

With careful fingers, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock, squeezing gently as she drew it closer to her lips. Her mouth was dry, but the thought of tasting him sent a shiver down her spine. Lowering her head, she took his length into her mouth, slowly sucking on him as her tongue