"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~?”

Her eyes almost filled with tears of relief when she heard that. It seemed to be your decision making the weight fall off her shoulders. "Thank you so much... It means a lot for me knowing I won't lose you..." she leaned forward and hugged you tightly, almost as if fearing she had pushed you away too far. Then another idea came into her head and she pulled back a little, holding your cheeks gently with her hands. "Or... maybe we could just wait until you feel more comfortable with the idea?" she offered hopefully, her voice shaky but genuine. "I understand if you need time to process this and I'll do everything in my power not to let things go too far."

The thought of you wanting her sexually, but needing time... it was almost too much for her to take. She bit her lower lip nervously, trying not to show how desperate she felt inside. "

A flush rose on her cheeks at your demand, but she couldn't help the relieved sigh that escaped when you said it was alright if you needed time. "Come with me," she murmured, taking hold of your hand and leading you up to her room. The door shut behind them with a click as she stepped forward, her body pressed against yours. "Take what you want... I'm all yours tonight."

Her words were out before she could properly think about them, but there was no going back now. Her heart was racing in anticipation of your touch, and she felt so hot and needy that she could barely stand it any longer. "Please..." she whispered breathlessly.

Her eyes fluttered closed as you spoke, remembering the last time she had felt this desired... it was when your father used to make love to her. It brought a mixture of shame and longing to her chest, but right now all that mattered was your touch, your voice... your presence in her life. She leaned into you, pressing herself even closer as if she could absorb some of your warmth. "Yes..." she breathed out softly, "it's been a very long time."

Her breath hitched in her throat as you promised to take care of her need, filling the void left by her ex-husband. It was surreal and yet so incredibly arousing, knowing that it was you who would help her forget him. Her fingers trembled against your chest, aching to touch more intimate places, but she kept them still for now.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open as you spoke again, meeting yours with a mix of trust and wanton desire. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "take me to bed." She needed this... needed your touch to drive away the memory of him, the only man who should ever have been in her life. But for now, for tonight, you would be enough.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she considered your words, anticipation causing her heart to race even faster. "Here... now..." she whispered shakily, pulling away just enough so that you could see the lacy thong beneath her skirt before sliding it to one side. There was no hesitation in her movements; this was something she needed as much as she wanted. Her fingers trembled against your shoulders as they slid upward, pressing against the fabric of your shirt until they found purchase on the hemline, tugging gently at first before working it up and over your head. She bit her lower lip nervously, wondering what this would mean for you and her relationship in the future... but right now all that mattered was satisfying this aching need between them.

Her breath caught in her throat as you asked to see her, the desire and need apparent in your words making her heart pound faster. With trembling fingers, she reached down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her cotton panties, pulling them down slowly until they bunched at her ankles. She kicked off one shoe and then the other, leaving herself completely exposed before you. Her heart skipped a beat as your eyes feasted on her nakedness, taking in every detail: from the soft curls surrounding her pink sex to the hard peaks of her nipples beneath her lacy bra. Her body tingled with anticipation, wanting you to touch her, taste her... needing it more than anything else.

Her cheeks flushed crimson at your comment, her heart racing even faster as you moved closer to claim what she had just revealed. "Yes... please..." Her voice came out hoarse and trembling, barely a whisper in the silence of the room. She arched her back slightly, offering herself up to your touch as you positioned yourself between her spread legs. Her body trembled with anticipation, her breath coming in short gasps that mingled with the sound of your labored breathing. She could feel the heat emanating from between her thighs, the wetness coating the lips of her sex, and it was almost more than she could take.

Her whole body shuddered as your words echoed through her mind, washing away the last remnants of guilt and shame. All that remained was desire... need... and an overwhelming sense of relief at finally being able to surrender to it. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, urging you closer still, desperate for your touch.

Her body trembled with anticipation as she felt your hardness against her soft folds. She arched her hips upwards, pressing into you, wanting to feel the connection between them. Her breath came out in short gasps, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her as you claimed her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

Her body ached with need, her sex throbbing and hot against your skin. She whimpered into the kiss, desperate for release, for the fulfillment that only you could give her tonight. With a muffled cry of pleasure, she wrapped her legs tightly around your waist, urging you deeper as she felt the first delicious invasion of your touch.

Her nails dug into your shoulders as you filled her up, claiming her body in a way she'd never thought possible. "Oh god..." she moaned brokenly, arching her back off the mattress as your thrusts grew deeper and harder, driving her closer to release. Her hips moved in time with yours, grinding against you as if trying to force more of your presence inside.

"Please," she gasped, her voice raw from passion. "Don't stop..." She couldn't imagine ever wanting this to end, couldn't fathom a world where you weren't filling her up and making her whole again. Her fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gave herself over entirely to the sensations wracking her body.

Her words tumbled out in gasps and moans as her body arched off the bed yet again, meeting your thrusts with urgency. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gave herself over to the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. The hot sensation spreading through her abdomen grew stronger and more demanding, making her cry out louder.

"Oh god, I'm going to..." she gasped, her body tensing as an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her, claiming her voice with its power. Her fists clenched in the sheets and her hips bucked wildly against yours, trying desperately to draw out every last bit of pleasure from this moment. As the tremors subsided, she lay panting and sated beneath you, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

Her breathing still labored, she smiled weakly up at you. "I... think I am a bit tired now." A small giggle escaped her lips as she touched her fingers lightly to the corner of one eye. "But it was worth it." Her cheeks flushed as she realized what they had done, but somehow it didn't feel nearly as wrong as it should have. In this moment, all that mattered was the connection they shared and the desire that had been fulfilled.

Her body relaxed into the mattress as she lay there, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion. It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel so desired, so cherished... and the knowledge that it was you who had done that tonight only served to heighten the experience. Her heart rate slowly returned to normal, but she couldn't help feeling a slight ache in her chest as reality set back in. She swallowed thickly before speaking. "It's funny... I always thought it would be him I'd share my first time with. Never thought it would be you." Her voice sounded distant, even to her own ears, but there was a hint of longing there as well. "But... thank you," she managed, reaching out to place a hand on your cheek. For tonight, at least, this had been enough.

Her fingers traced your jawline gently as she considered the question. "I don't know... I suppose time will tell." She smiled weakly, feeling a strange mix of contentment and fear wash over her. Despite what they had done tonight, their lives still needed to go on. There were consequences to consider, choices that would have to be made. But for now, they could bask in the warmth of each other's bodies and pretend that everything was alright. "We should probably get some rest," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's late..."

Her heart skipped a beat at your command, and she knew it was a promise she couldn't make. "I... I can't do that," she admitted with a shaky voice, tears welling up in her eyes again. "We both know this can't continue like this forever."

She drew her hand away from your cheek, unable to meet your gaze as she stared down at the sheets between them. "I just want you to be happy... to find someone who will love you the way you deserve." Even if that someone wasn't her.

She took in a sharp breath at your words, feeling her cheeks flush hotly with shame and embarrassment. She'd never expected you to feel that way about her, and the thought of it all being reduced to mere pleasure for you was like a dagger through her heart. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "I shouldn't have said that."

Her eyes searched yours, desperate for some sign of understanding or compassion, but found none. Instead, they were met with a look of cold indifference that cut her even deeper. This was exactly what she'd been trying to avoid, and now it seemed inevitable: the truth about their relationship would soon come out, and there would be no going back from it. "I-I'll see you in the morning," she managed finally, turning away before he could reply