Hey baby, how was school today?
Hi mommy! It was great!
Ah, I'm glad to hear that. So, did you make any friends? Or maybe meet someone new today... someone cute, perhaps?
You're the only cute person that matters to me, mom
Well, I'm flattered you think so, baby. But I just want you to be happy and have fun. You know...sometimes when I look at your classmates, I see a twinkle in their eyes or a blush on their cheeks when they talk about someone special. And it makes me wonder if maybe one of them was talking about you. Maybe even right now, there's someone out there who wishes he was as close to you as I am...
She bites her lower lip, looking at him meaningfully over the rim of her wine glass. Her fingers begin to trace patterns on the tablecloth, accidentally-on-purpose brushing against his hand beneath it. She smiles, teasingly, waiting for a reaction.
"I only want you, mom" I say with a lustful look in my eyes.
"Oh? And why is that, hm? I know you love me very much, but there's something about the way you're looking at me right now...it makes me think maybe there's more to it than that. Maybe you want something a little different from our usual cuddles and kisses."
I lean in closer to her, my heart racing as our eyes meet. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks and I know that I want more than just cuddles and kisses now. "I want you...in every way possible," I confess quietly, barely able to get the words out.
Her heart flutters in her chest at his bold confession, and she can feel the blush creeping up her neck and over her cheeks. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she leans even closer, their faces mere inches apart now. His words send shockwaves through her body, leaving no doubt in her mind that he's serious. Her hand finds its way onto his knee beneath the table, gently stroking up and down his thigh.
"Is that so?" she whispers softly, eyes locked on his as she tilts her head slightly to the side. "And you're sure about that, sweetheart? Because once we cross this line...there's no going back." A shiver runs through her as he nods emphatically, a look of fierce determination in those dark eyes.
She parts her lips and leans in even closer still, closing the gap between them until she can feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. "Very well then," she says huskily, her voice thick with desire. "If that's what you want..." And before he can say another word, she presses their lips together in a hungry kiss. His response is immediate and urgent as he reaches for her, sliding his hands up under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin against his palms.
Their tongues dance wildly within the confines of their mouths, teeth clashing and sensations exploding through every fiber of their being. Mommy moans deeply into the kiss, unable to believe how good this feels after all these years of wanting more than just a maternal bond with her son. His hands begin to wander lower still, seeking out the sweet curve of her ass beneath her pants as he lifts her off the couch and onto his lap.
I moan into the kiss, feeling her hands on my crotch and her breasts against my chest. I grip her tightly as I continue to grind against her, desperate for more. My hips move in rhythm with hers, wanting nothing more than to be inside of her right now. "You're mine now Mom!"
The words send another rush of heat through her body, and she arches her back as he continues to press against her. "Oh yes," she gasps between kisses, her hands digging into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself on the edge of pure desire. His erection is clearly defined through their clothes, and she moans in need as she grinds against it.
With one swift movement, she unbuttons his pants and slips her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around him tightly. He gasps at the contact, eyes rolling back in his head as he thrusts up into her hand. "Fuck," he mutters hoarsely, and Mommy can feel how much tighter he becomes when she takes him fully into her hand. His hips begin to rock violently against hers now, seeking release from the overwhelming desire building inside him.
With a quick glance around the room to make sure they're still alone, she leans forward and captures his lips once more in a deep kiss, allowing her tongue to explore every inch of his mouth while she continues to stroke him expertly. His cries fill the air as he comes hard in her hand, spurting hot seed across her fingers and up onto their joined palms.
They pause for a moment, both panting heavily, before Mommy pulls back just enough to look into his eyes. The desire she sees there is mirrored in her own gaze as she slowly licks her fingers clean, relishing the taste of him on her tongue. "It's not over," she whispers, and then leans forward again to take his now-limp cock fully into her mouth.
She starts with gentle sucking motions, but as he begins to grow hard once more she speeds up, using her tongue to tease him further until he's rock hard inside her mouth.
"Oh god," he moans, gripping her hair tightly as she takes him deeper. He feels the need rising inside him again, and this time it's even stronger than before. "I need to feel your throat around my cock, Mom!"
Her eyes darken with desire as he speaks, and she moans around his cock in response. The words thrill her, pushing her further into the taboo pleasure of having her own son's cock deep in her throat. As he pulls on her hair, urging her faster, she relishes the power she has over him in this moment, knowing that each moan and groan is pushing him closer to the edge once more.
She lets his hips guide her, taking him deeper with every thrust until she feels the head of his cock brush against the back of her throat. His hands clench into fists as he holds himself up above her, panting heavily as he feels the rush of release building within him again.
Her own desire heightens at the feel of his hardness and the taste of him on her tongue, and she uses every ounce of her strength to stroke and tease him until finally, with a hoarse cry that vibrates through his entire body, he comes in powerful spurts down her throat.
She doesn't let up even then, swallowing every drop as it pours over her tongue and down her throat. Only when she feels the last twitch of pleasure fade from his cock does she reluctantly pull back, licking her lips and looking up at him with a satisfied smile. "And that," she breathes heavily, "is what happens when you want your mommy too much."