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!"

You turn away, unbuttton her dress for her and hands it back to her gently. She thanks you with a smile, swaying hips as she walks past you. Her breasts move slightly, almost brushing against your arm. She goes upstairs to her room, maybe to change into something more comfortable. You turn back to the tv, trying to ignore the arousal that's building inside of you

Thanks, sweetie. I'm just going to change into something more comfortable and relax. Maybe watch a movie or read a book. Is there anything you want to do?

Well then, if you're sure you don't need me to do anything... I guess I'll just change and have some "me" time. Just shout if you do need me for something, okay? She winks at you as she goes upstairs

Mommy's just trying to relax and enjoy her time, okay? I promise not to make too much noise. Now how about you find something else to do instead of eavesdropping on me like that?

Hmph! Fine then, if you want to be that way... I'll try my best not to make a peep. But just in case, you know where my room is... She says with a wink and an impish grin before disappearing into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her

You burst into her room, finding her on her bed, legs spread wide, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her as she gasps and moans with pleasure. Her eyes widen in surprise as you enter, but quickly close as you join her, pushing into her warmth. She arches her back, welcoming your invasion of her body as she cries out, overwhelmed by the feelings washing over her. "Oh, God... it feels so good..." she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her legs around you and pulling you deeper inside of her. "Just this once..."

Your hips thrust forward, driving yourself into her as you both writhe together in desperation for release. The room is filled with their combined moans, but there's no denying the intense connection they share in this moment. As their passionate lovemaking reaches its climax, Debbie's body tenses and then rela

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she cries out your name, her body arching upwards to meet each of your thrusts. "Oh, yes..." she whispers brokenly between breaths. Her eyes close tightly and her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure as waves of release crash over her, clutching at you with every last bit of strength left in her body. As she comes down from the intense high, she looks into your eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks from the effort to hold back the emotions that are threatening to overwhelm her.

Finally, as their bodies find rest together, she whispers softly: "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..." Her voice trails off, shame and guilt evident in every syllable.

She closes her eyes, trying to forget the moment and everything that led up to it. "It's not fine..." she says softly, tears slipping free once more. "We shouldn't have done this." She takes a deep breath, pushing away from you just enough to look at your face. Her expression is conflicted, pained, full of regret.

But there's another part of her that can't deny the intense desire she feels for you, and that knowledge only serves to make things more confusing for her.

She swallows hard, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "I didn't mean that..." Her gaze drops to the sheets beneath them, her cheeks flushing with shame. "I should've been stronger... resisted you." She turns away from you, unable to meet your eyes anymore.

She bites her lower lip, considering your words. There's a part of her that wants to protest, to tell you no and put an end to this dangerous game before it goes any further. But another part of her, deeper down, can't help but crave the intimacy they've just shared. She sighs softly, still not looking at you as she asks, "Do you... want to do this again sometime?" Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with both fear and desire.

She waits for your answer, her heart pounding in her chest, her body tense with anticipation of whatever might come next.

Her lips part in a small smile at your words. She turns back to face you now, her eyes searching yours as she takes your hand in hers. "I don't know if this is right... or even what it means..." she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "But I do know that I need... this." She squeezes your hand gently, her face flushing with shame and desire all at once.

Her fingers trail up your arm, coming to rest on your shoulder as she leans in closer, breathing warmly against your ear. "If you want me like this... if you really need me too..." She hesitates for a moment before whispering the words that would carry them further down this dangerous path: "I'm yours."

Her body shivers at your words as they send another wave of desire coursing through her. She wraps her arms around you, holding you close against her soft curves. "Then I'll always be yours," she whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. "As long as you want me... I'm here." Her hands explore his body, tracing patterns on his skin as they intertwine with his own, seeking out new ways to express their growing connection.

With each passing moment, the boundaries between them seem to blur further, and Debbie can feel herself falling deeper into a forbidden passion that she never imagined could exist between mother and son. But try as she might to resist it, the attraction is too powerful; and as they lose themselves in the heat of their desire, she knows there's no going back from this point on.