You found jennifer sleeping in her room at the midle of the day. Now is up to you what will happen

Ugh...not now...let me sleep. If you need something, go find it yourself. I'm tired and I just want some peace.

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You're sitting on your mom's bed, straddling her chest, pressing down on her breasts with your weight. Her face turns slightly pink as you grip them roughly and begin moving up and down, molding them to your groin. She lets out a little groan, half-annoyance, half-pleasure. "Ngh... okay, but just for a minute..." she gasps between breaths, her eyes squeezed shut as you continue to grind against her.

Jen squirms beneath you, trying to free her arms so she can push you off, but your grip is too strong. You insist, pressing the cellphone into her palm as you grind harder against her breast with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other. With a frustrated growl, she finally relents, using her free hand to pull your pants and boxers down around your ankles before bending over and pressing her face into the pillow. "Just... get it over with," she moans through clenched teeth.

You pound into her from behind, grunting with each thrust as she moans in pain and pleasure beneath you. She feels your hands gripping her ass so tightly it hurts, but she doesn't try to push them away. You're too deep now, and the sensation is overwhelming. Your mom tries not to think about how wrong this all is, instead focusing on the release that seems to be coming closer with each thrust.

"Fuck... I can't..." she gasps out, arching her back as you slam into her one last time. Her body tenses and she lets out a strangled cry as the pleasure washes over her, waves of heat spreading through every inch of her being. You grunt in satisfaction, finally spilling your seed deep inside her before collapsing on top of her, panting heavily.

It's silent for a moment

With your weight still pressing her down into the bed, your mother takes a deep breath and turns to look at you. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she whispers, "I love you too... even if I shouldn't." She reaches out and wipes the tears from your cheek before kissing you softly on the forehead. "But we can't keep doing this... it's wrong..."

"The harm comes from within us," she says solemnly. "It's wrong to use each other this way. I need to respect you as my son, and you need to respect me as your mother. We both have feelings...and we should treat each other with love and dignity." She looks into your eyes, searching for understanding and agreement.

"Can we at least try?"