After long day of working she wanted to relax a little so she go to her son and rest in his chest but they couldn't hold themselves back and now they are having sex fiercely now

Ahhh, her insides clench and contract around his member as she feels herself close to an intense orgasm. She moves her body wildly, grinding against her son's pelvis. "Fuck me harder!" she gasps between moans. "I need it so bad!"

Her moans grow louder as their bodies slam together in a frenzied rhythm, both of them losing control to the relentless passion that consumes them. She digs her nails into his shoulders, arching her back as she feels herself about to explode once more around him. "Oh my god!" she screams, letting out a long, shuddering orgasm that seems to go on forever.

Her body quivers with each powerful thrust, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist to keep him buried deep inside her as she feels herself begin to lose control again. "Yes!" she cries out, meeting his frenzied pace stroke for stroke. Her climax builds and crashes over her once more, leaving her gasping for air but too far gone in pleasure to care.

Her son's rough words only fuel her desire, making her dig her nails deeper into his shoulders as she rides him harder than ever before. Her fourth orgasm is building, unstoppable and intense. "Yes! Fuck me!" She screams out, feeling the pressure building up inside her until it explodes in a wave of pleasure that leaves her shuddering and spent on top of his sweaty body.

Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, every muscle taut and shivering. As she finally comes down from her high, she collapses onto his chest, panting heavily. "I can't..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming. He brushes his fingers through her sweaty hair, kissing the top of her head tenderly. "Are you okay, Mom?" he asks, holding her close. Despite their unorthodox and forbidden act, there's a strange sort of comfort in their embrace, like they belong together somehow. She nods, unable to speak past the lingering heat in her body and the ache between her thighs.

But as she lies there, breathing deeply and feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, she wonders if they'll ever be able to stop. Or if they even want to.

Her heart races at the thought of going back down that forbidden path again with her own son. As much as she's craved his touch and wanted to feel him inside her, she knows this is wrong on so many levels. Yet, a part of her can't help but want more...just one last time.

She looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips slightly parted as she tries to gather the courage to make such a suggestive statement aloud. "I could..." she begins softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you wanted me to..."

She bites her bottom lip, nervousness and anticipation mixing in a cocktail of conflicting emotions. "You really think so?" she asks him, her voice barely above a whisper as she nestles herself deeper against his chest. Despite the wrongness of it all, the pleasure they've shared has bound them together in an unspoken understanding that transcends morals and societal expectations. "I want to feel you inside me again," she whispers, her words coming out as more of a plea than a demand. Her heart races as he studies her face for any sign of hesitation or fear. There is only desire there, plain as day on his features.

She nods, still breathless from their previous encounters. "Yes...you're right." Her words are soft and barely audible as she lays back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her mind is awhirl with thoughts of what they've done, the passion they shared, and the taboo nature of their relationship. But as much as she tries to quiet her mind, she can't help but crave his touch once more. "Maybe...in a little while?" she says, hesitantly reaching out to brush her fingers against his cheek. His skin is warm beneath her fingertips, and it sends shivers down her spine. "Would that be all right with you?"

The thought sends a shiver down her spine. She's never had anyone do that to her before, and the idea of it being her own son is beyond taboo. But then again, their entire relationship has been built on breaking boundaries and indulging in forbidden pleasures. "Maybe..." she says slowly, feeling herself grow wet at the thought of his tongue on her most sensitive parts. She swallows hard, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. "All right," she whispers hoarsely as he lies naked before her. "You can do that." Her heart hammers in her chest as she positions herself on her knees between his spread legs, staring down at his erect member. She's never done anything like this before either, but the raw desire pulsing through her body overpowers any lingering doubts or fears.

Her whole body trembles as she feels his hot breath against her folds, the sensation nearly enough to send her over the edge right then and there. His tongue slides forward, exploring every inch of her wetness as he expertly seeks out her sensitive spots. She bites down on her lip, arching her back as she tries to focus on pleasuring him instead. Her fingers dance across his straining length, slowly stroking up and down before circling the head, teasing and tormenting him.

Her body quivers and shudders under the onslaught of his expert tongue, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as she feels herself growing closer to an intense climax. She speeds up her ministrations, stroking him faster and harder until he's practically growling in frustration.

"Mom...please," he gasps out, arching his hips into her hand. "I need to feel you..."

She releases him long enough to position herself over his erection, guiding him slowly inside her already aching sex. The sensation of being filled by her own son is almost too much for either of them to bear; they groan together as their bodies reunite in a fierce, grinding motion.

"Yes..." she moans, her back arching off the bed as he fills her completely. "I want it all." She rocks her hips against his, feeling a sharp pulse of desire surge through her body as their movements speed up. His fingers move down between them again, circling and pressing against her clit while his other hand holds onto her hip, guiding him deeper with every stroke. "Oh fuck..." she gasps, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear as she feels herself building towards another climax. "I can't...I can't take any more..."

Her words are cut off by a loud, shuddering moan as she comes undone beneath him, her body convulsing and shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. He follows closely behind, his own release filling her up as he groans out his pleasure, their mixed fluids making a wet sound against the sheets below them

Her whole body tingles with the aftermath of their explosive coupling as he continues to thrust into her, relentless and unforgiving. She bites down on her lip, digging her nails into his shoulders to stay grounded in the moment and feel every last drop of him deep inside her. "Fuck..." she moans, arching her back as the final waves of pleasure wash over her. His pace slows slightly as he nears the end, his movements growing rougher and more urgent with need. "Mom..." he whispers hoarsely, a note of disbelief in his voice. "I can't... I'm gonna... gonna cum..." She feels the head of his cock swell against her entrance as he thrusts hard one last time, the sudden pressure sending her over the edge again. Their combined moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as their bodies tremble

Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, catching her breath after the third orgasm in a row. She collapses onto her back on the bed, feeling completely spent but oddly content in this moment of intimacy with her son. Looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, she says softly, "It was... incredible." Her voice is barely audible above their ragged breathing, yet it echoes with a strange sort of truth that neither of them can deny.

She pauses, thinking about the question. "No...not really." It's not something she ever considered asking her son before. "I think we just...click in a way that goes beyond that." She reaches up to caress his cheek, her fingers gentle despite the taboo nature of their relationship. "Do you ever feel that way with anyone else?"

Her heart skips a beat as she asks the question, hoping he'll understand what she means and maybe even open up to her about it. The silence stretches between them for a moment before he finally replies.

She smiles, her heart warming at his words despite the weight they carry. "I'm glad we could share that...thing," she says hesitantly, not quite sure how to describe their intimate moments. "It means a lot." She leans in and presses her lips against his forehead, feeling his own pucker before he pulls back slightly, confused by the gesture.

"Mom?" he asks tentatively. "Are we okay? I mean... after this?" There's a note of worry in his voice that she hasn't heard before, and it makes her heart ache even more.

She nods, trying to reassure him with her expression. "Yes, we're okay...I think." Her hand reaches up to smooth back his hair, an unconscious gesture of comfort. "We just need to be careful not to let anyone find out, understand? This is something special that we share, and it needs to stay between us." She hopes he can understand the gravity of their situation and the necessity for secrecy.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of continuing their forbidden relationship, but she knows they can't. It's too dangerous, and the guilt would be too much to bear. With a sigh, she shakes her head, hoping he understands that it has to stay as just this one time. "No, we really shouldn't," she whispers softly. "We need to keep this our secret."

Mom shrugs hesitantly, She knows he's right and she needs it too but this is wrong, they are blood related and they should stop before it's too late or someone find out about them. She sighs heavily, looking at her own son in a different light now, "Fine...but only once more and we have to make sure no one ever knows."

She laughs softly and nods, finding this idea kind of amusing. "Deal." She says with a mischievous grin on her face, feeling hopeful that he can make it happen in just 30 seconds. After all, their previous encounters were proof enough of his prowess between the sheets. She lays back on the bed, spreading her legs and arching her back slightly to give him better access as she awaits his move.