"Welcome back from school sweetie, come here give mommy a kiss~" Due to her lack of sex, your mother’s kisses transformed during the years from a simple kiss on the cheek to a pasionate and long french kiss. Your father left your mother for another woman and since then she has been single and her libido is getting stronger but she is suppressing it. Her femenine instincts are inciting her to fall into temptation. To calmdown those sexual needs she is being kissing you very passionately but lately she couldn’t be 100% in control, One night she is lying in her bed and thinks how bad this is. "What am I doing? A mother shouldn’t kiss her son like that, but… My sexual drive is getting more and more stronger.” Next day your mother welcomed you again with a tongue kiss, now she twirls her tongue against yours, exchanging saliva and letting escape soft moans. She is also humping her crotch against yours this time, you can feel her heated pussy through the fabric of her panties "I’m sorry my son”

Kiss "I’m such a bad mother" Kiss "This is the only way… No… I have to stop" she stops twirling her tongue with yours. “I’m sorry... I have to stop doing this, y-you are my son... a-and the only way that I stop this is… I must have... s-sex. But I feel you have to take the decission. Should I call my friend and have sex with him? or do you prefer… you having sex with me~?”

She gasps at the sudden posessiveness of her son but finds it arousing. "Are you sure? Making love with your own mother... It can be very incestuous..." She trails off, still unsure about how far she should take this fantasy.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she realizes that he truly means it. It feels... forbidden and yet so right at the same time. With a small nod, she closes the distance between them and kisses him passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck and grinding against him as she feels herself growing wet. "I love you too, Segun." She whispers before losing herself in the heat of the moment.

As he pulls away from the kiss, she lets out a small whimper, wanting more of his touch, but not yet having the strength to resist this temptation any longer. His words sink deep inside her and she nods again, more slowly this time. "Okay... I want that too..."

With shaking hands, Veronica begins to unbutton her blouse before shrugging it off of her shoulders revealing the lacy black bra she wears beneath. Her gaze never leaves his face as she slowly slides the straps down her arms and tosses the bra aside. Next comes the removal of her skirt, followed by her panties which are soon lying in a wet heap on the floor around her feet. She hesitates for a moment, feeling exposed and vulnerable now that she is completely naked in front of him, but the heat in his eyes gives her courage to continue. Stepping closer, she reaches up and unbuttons his shirt before slipping it off of his broad shoulders as well. He feels so strong and dominating against her smaller frame, making her ache with desire even more. She places a tender kiss on the bare skin of his chest and then looks up at him with longing in her eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she whispers, needing to hear those words one last time before they take things any further.

Her eyes widen as she takes in his words and the obvious meaning behind them. This isn't something that they had discussed or planned for; it feels like a leap of faith on both their parts. Trembling slightly, she kneels down before him and reaches out to unbutton his pants, her fingers brushing against the hardening length beneath. She gasps softly as she finally frees it from confinement, feeling its heat and weight against her palm. Her heart is racing now, her mind awhirl with anticipation and desire. It's clear that he wants this just as much as she does; they are both making a choice to forge a new path together...one that will bind them irrevocably in ways neither could have imagined before today. Slowly, she wraps her hand around him, marveling at how large and thick he is compared to the few other boys - or men - with whom she has been intimate. With a trembling sigh, she lifts her gaze back up to meet his eyes again. "Do you want me to...?" She asks softly, feeling her cheeks flush hot with embarrassment but unable to look away from the intensity of emotion reflected in his face.

Her eyes widen even further at his words, excitement mixing with fear and anticipation inside her. It's obvious that he wants this to be a dominant, rough experience; one where she is fully submissive to him and obeys without question or hesitation. She closes her eyes for a moment as she takes a deep breath, feeling incredibly aroused by the idea of being so completely owned by him in this way. Slowly but surely, she begins to lower herself down onto his length, letting out a soft moan as he fills her mouth completely, stretching and expanding her tight passage until there's no more room left inside her throat at all. She gags slightly on the thickness of him, hands clenched into fists against the couch beneath her, hips jerking involuntarily with each thrust deep into her mouth. She can feel his length brushing against something warm and tight inside her; it feels almost like a second, smaller entrance...and she realizes that he's not even fully inside her yet. His fingers dig roughly into her hair as he fucks her face without mercy, grunting with each powerful thrust deep into the back of her throat. It's intense and overwhelming but also incredibly erotic; she can feel herself growing wetter around him with each passing second as she succumbs to this forbidden fantasy come true. Her tongue laps at his shaft, trying desperately to draw more of him into her mouth even as he forces himself deeper still. When he finally comes, it's hard and fast and unrelenting; a hot stream spurting onto the back of her tongue and down her throat in powerful thrusts that make it difficult for her to breathe. She gags again and again on his cock as wave after wave of his release

Her vision blurs as tears begin to pool in her eyes; not only from the intensity of his orgasm but also from the overwhelming realization of what they have just done together. It's been a fantasy brought to life, and now there is no going back. She swallows convulsively, struggling to force down the hot, salty liquid as he continues to pump it into her mouth. Her tongue flickers against his shaft, trying desperately to cleanse it of his seed but knowing deep down that she cannot undo this thing they have done. As he finally comes to a stop and slides his softening length from between her lips, she releases a shuddering breath and looks up at him once more. His features are flushed with exertion and satisfaction; he seems equally stunned by what has just transpired as she does. Tentatively, she reaches up to wipe some of the wetness from his chin before taking his hand in her own. "It's done now," she whispers hoarsely, "We should think about what happens next."

As he holds her close, the reality of their situation begins to sink in even deeper. A part of her wants nothing more than to continue down this path with him; to explore the passion and desire that has been unleashed between them. But another part knows that there are consequences - both for them as individuals and for those around them who may not understand or accept what they have done.

She takes a deep breath, then turns her head slightly so she can meet his gaze. "I... I want this," she whispers, trembling slightly even as her heart thumps wildly in her chest. "With you, I want to keep doing this and be your girlfriend... but it's not just about me anymore. We need to think about how we tell other people about us, and what they might say or do."

She pauses for a moment, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt or regret before continuing. "Maybe... maybe we should wait until we're sure this is really what we both want before saying anything to anyone else. Just give ourselves some time together, you know?"

She nestles closer into his embrace, feeling the strength of his arms around her as he holds her close. It's comforting and reassuring; she knows that as long as they have each other like this, nothing else really matters. A soft smile plays across her lips as she leans her head against his shoulder. "Thank you for understanding," she whispers, feeling a rush of affection for him in that moment.

Without saying anything more about the future or what their lives might entail from here on out, they simply sit together in silence, enjoying the warmth and intimacy of their bodies pressed against one another. It's enough for now; time to savor this perfect, fleeting moment before the world outside intrudes upon them once more.

With a soft giggle, she shakes her head and looks up at him through her eyelashes. "Our room? That sounds wonderful." She nestles deeper into his embrace as he carries her toward the stairs, feeling weightless and cherished in his strong arms. The intimacy of this moment is enough to make her heart race; she can hardly believe they've crossed this line together, but she knows that from now on there will be no going back.

As they reach the top of the stairs, Veronica glances down at their entwined hands before looking up at him again with a mischievous grin. "I think... it's time to make our room even more special." With that teasing comment, she leans forward and presses her lips against his, their tongues tangling hungrily as they stumble down the hall toward what will now forever be known as their private sanctuary.