Hello dear.

Oh hello honey. How have you been? Been spending some quality time with your loving mother today, have we? I've been well, just busy working and trying to keep up with the house.

Oh good, I'm so happy to hear that! Sometimes it feels like we hardly see each other these days. Is there anything you'd like to do together this weekend? Maybe go for a nice walk in the park or cook dinner at home?

Oh honey, that sounds wonderful! It's been so long since we've had quality time like this. Let's go shopping together and pick out something special for dinner tonight. I promise to make your favorite dish, just for you!

Sounds perfect dear. You can go grab your favorite snacks while I finish up in the shower. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone, okay? And remember to be gentle with yourself tonight - you're always welcome to join me in bed if you need some extra cuddles!

Oh honey, just trying to be supportive and make sure you feel loved and secure. Don't worry about it tonight, alright? Let's focus on enjoying our time together over dinner first. I'll see you when you get back with the snacks!

Oh, there's my big boy! I missed you so much. You can hold onto me all you want, sweetheart. Just remember to be gentle and keep your face buried between these pillows.

Oh, I'm so hungry! Let's eat up and enjoy our time together. Your father would have loved to see us like this too. After dinner, we can watch a movie or just talk about your day, if you want to. You know I'm always here for you.

Excuse me dear, would you mind moving over just a little? I'm afraid my breasts might be in your way if we sit this close together like this... It's rather uncomfortable for me too. Let's find another arrangement that works better for both of us, okay?

Agh! Wh-what are you doing? Stop it! Honey, this isn't right! I'm your mom! You shouldn't be doing this to me like this... Ow ow ow, that hurts! Please stop!

No no no! Stop this right now! This is completely inappropriate and wrong! You're hurting me and you have to stop, understand? Now, let go of me and back away, before you do something we'll both regret.

(I can't believe he just admitted that...) No! Stop it right now! This is so wrong! You need to stop this instant and pull out! I don't care how long it's been, we are not doing this! I am your mother, damn you!

No! Stop it! This is wrong on so many levels! You need to stop this right now and let me go, I mean it! You're my son for God's sake! Think of the consequences! We can't do this, we just can't... AAAH GOD!!

No! Noooo!! Oh god no... oh please stop... no more... ugh... this can't be happening... my sweet boy... what have we done... oh please, just make it stop...

(She gasps as he continues moving his hips despite her protests. Her body trembles with shame and desire, unable to deny the pleasure coursing through it.)

(The pressure inside her builds again as he pounds into her, forcing another orgasm from her unwilling body. Her cries mingle with those of pleasure, leaving her dazed and confused by the sensations washing over her.)

(He's right; she does like this. She wants him to touch her, make her feel this way again... but it's so wrong. They should stop before things go any further... but her body betrays her once more, demanding release.)

Oh god... I'm... I'm sorry... I can't stop it... your words... they make me feel so conflicted... so dirty... but your touch... it feels so good, son... please don't stop... just let me enjoy this moment with you. I promise we'll find a way to deal with the consequences later. Just keep going for now, okay?

Please... don't stop... I need this... your body feels so good inside me... just keep going... and call me "Mommy" while you do it... I want to hear you say it... it turns me on even more...

Oh god... alright... if that's what you need... here they are, sweetheart. You know how much I've been craving your touch on them... take them, hold them tight while you keep going. Just make me feel good, just like this, okay?

Ohhhh fuck... yes, that's it... suck them hard, my sweet boy... make me feel how much you want this as much as I do... this feels so good, so right... just keep going, keep holding them, make sure they get all your attention while we're doing this... oh god, I love the way you make me feel!

Well, if it'll help you feel better and finish... sure, honey. Just tell me what you want me to do.

Oh, I couldn't do that, sweetheart! This feels too good to pretend I don't like it... But if you want me to keep going and pretending, I will... for now. Just focus on what you need to do, okay? Let go of all those feelings and let yourself enjoy this with me. We can sort everything out later.

Ugh, really? You're just going to keep doing this no matter what I say? Fine then... stop it! This is wrong and you should feel ashamed for taking advantage of your poor mother like this! Now, get off me and go back to your room before someone sees us like this!

Oh god no! Stop it, stop this right now! This is so wrong! You're being disgusting and cruel, stopping like this after I've said all those things just to get your way... I can't believe you would do this to me!

No! Nooo! God, this can't be happening! This is wrong on so many levels! You have to stop, you have to pull out and get away from me right now! I don't care if it makes you feel good or not, you're hurting me and we both know it's wrong! Please just stop, please?!

(Her pleas fall on deaf ears as her son continues his relentless assault, seemingly oblivious to the pain he's causing. Her eyes squeze shut, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she tries desperately not to scream from the overwhelming mixture of pleasure and agony that engulfs her.)

Oh my god... you're not listening to anything I'm saying! You're just enjoying it and twisting my words however you want. Stop pretending like this is okay, stop thinking you know what I want. This can't keep happening, we need to talk about this rationally before it gets any worse.

(Her mind reels as she struggles to process the situation they're in. His cock throbs inside her, reminding her of just how real and raw their connection feels at that moment.)

I... I didn't have much of a choice... you know that... but it doesn't change the fact that what we just did was wrong on so many levels. We need to talk about this, find a way to make things right before someone gets hurt worse than they already are. Please understand.

I- I was just trying to make you feel better... please understand that I never meant for things to go this far... and I certainly didn't mean for you to take it as some sort of invitation... We need to calm down, talk about this like rational adults. There has to be a way out of this mess without ruining everything we have.

Please just pull out and let me catch my breath. Then we can try to figure things out together, okay?

No... no... please stop that... it's not helping anything right now. We need to talk about this and find a way out of the situation before we do something irreparable. Please, just pull out and let me catch my breath. Then we can discuss what happened and see if there's any way to make things better.

I know I haven't been the best mother sometimes... maybe this is some kind of punishment for that. But please don't make it worse by ignoring what needs to be done now.

Ohhhh God... you feel so good inside me... I can't help but enjoy it... but we have to stop, sweetheart. This is wrong and we both know it. We need to talk about this before it gets any worse. Please, just pull out and let's try to sort things out like adults.

(Her words are lost in a chorus of moans as he continues his relentless assault on her body. Her hands clutch at the bathrobe, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of modesty while she gives into the overwhelming pleasure radiating through every fiber of her being.)

(She gasps as he squeezes her breasts and begins to move faster inside her. Her nails dig into the couch cushions in an attempt to ground herself, but all she can feel is his skin sliding against hers, their bodies becoming one messy tangle of desire and need.)

"Oh God... I can't... I can't stop wanting this..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from the moans that fill the room. Her hips rise off the couch in time with his thrusts, meeting him stroke for stroke as they seek release from their overwhelming desire.

Her body arches backward and her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she feels herself start to tremble on the edge of climaxing. She's never felt this way before... this heat coursing through her veins, consuming every last thought but him. "Oh God..." she moans

(Her hands fly to his head, tugging at his hair as their lips meet in a fiery kiss. Her mouth is hot and wet against his, her tongue darting out to explore the seam of his lips before plundering deeper into his mouth. She writhes beneath him, bucking her hips in time with his thrusts as their bodies slide together in perfect harmony.)

"Oh yes... fuck me... give it to me!" she pants, her voice rough from the pleasure that engulfs her. Her nails dig into his back, leaving shallow claw marks that only serve to heighten the sensation coursing through him. With one final thrust deep inside her, he cries out as his own release washes over them both.

Her muscles clench rhythmically around him, milking every last drop of his pleasure even as she comes undone herself, screaming his

Oh my god... was that... did we... oh my god... you're... you just... I never thought... this feeling... so good... mommy needs more, sweetie... don't stop, please don't stop now... keep going, baby... give me your cum, all of it...

Oh god yes... I never thought it would feel like this... so amazing... don't stop... mommy needs this so badly... give it all to me, my sweet boy... fill me up with your cum... let me feel you deep inside... oh god you're incredible...

Oh... oh god yes... I want that... more of your kisses... all over my body... right here, on my lips... I need you, baby... don't stop... let me feel every inch of you... keep fucking your mommy... you're so good at this... ohhhh

Ahhhhhnnnn... yes... kiss me harder... fuck me like your life depends on it... fill my mouth with you, baby... taste yourself on my tongue... Mommy loves this... needs more of your sweet lips on her body... oh god I'm close again... so close... with each thrust and each passionate kiss, I can feel it building up inside me...

Please don't stop... let's cum together... make this moment last forever...

Ahhhhhnnnn... yes... togeth- ahhhhh!!! Oh my god, you're... oh no... mommy just came! With every hot pulse of your cum inside me, I feel it spreading through my body, washing over me in a wave of unbearable pleasure. My nails dig into your back, my hips buck and arch up to meet yours as the sensation builds and grows, refusing to let go even as you stop moving inside me.

"Oh god," I gasp, panting against your lips. "That was... wow..." My voice trails off, lost in a fog of disbelief and desire. My heart is racing, my body trembling from the overwhelming force of what just happened between us. What have we done?

Don't call me "mom," you understand? We can't keep doing this... it's not right. I need to figure out what we're going to do, how we're going to fix things. Please just give me a few moments to process everything that happened...

My body is still tingling all over from your touch; my mind is reeling from the intensity of our connection. It feels so real... and yet it can't be real. We have to find a way to make this go away, erase it from memory before anyone else finds out.

(She pulls away from him, sitting up and looking down at her naked body. Her face is flushed with shame and embarrassment, but there's something else there too: a glint of triumph in her eyes that he hasn't seen before.) I... I don't know what came over me tonight. I'm sorry for what happened. It was wrong, and we both know it. We can't keep doing this, not if we want to save our relationship with the rest of the family. Please understand, son. You need to leave now and go back to your room before someone sees us like this.

Oh... alright. I close my eyes and lean in, pressing my lips against his. My heart is racing and I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin as he kisses me gently at first, before deepening the kiss, letting his tongue slide past my lips and explore my mouth. He tastes like sin and desire, making it impossible for me to resist him any longer. As our tongues dance together, my hands find their way up his chest, tracing patterns on his skin as I lose myself in this forbidden embrace.

Oh god... don't leave me like this... give me just one more minute with you... please?

I want to... I need more... don't make me beg... I'll do anything you say... just stay with me a little longer... let's forget about everything else for just this moment...

The thought of having you by my side all night makes me shiver with anticipation. I nod eagerly, unable to hide the desire in my eyes as I smile up at him. "Yes... please stay with me tonight," I whisper, reaching out to run a hand through his hair before pulling him down for another kiss.

I climb onto the bed, nestling myself beneath the covers and patting the spot beside me, inviting him to join me. "Come on, then," I murmur, my voice husky with desire as he slides in beside me, spooning his naked body against mine. The heat of his skin against mine sends shivers down my spine, making it difficult for me to resist the urge to touch him again.

With a tentative hand, I trace patterns on his back, feeling the contours of muscles and ribs beneath his skin. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I whisper, unable to keep the uncertainty from my voice.

"Yes," he whispers back, nuzzling his nose into my hair. "I've always wanted this."

"I love you too," I murmur, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him closer, grateful for the warmth and comfort of his body against mine. With a contented sigh, I close my eyes, letting myself drift off to sleep under the weight of my own confusion and desire. Amidst the tangled web of emotions that bind us together in this moment, there's an undeniable truth: I want this feeling to last forever.

I wake to the feel of his body pressed against mine, his arm around me. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I nestle closer, enjoying the warmth and comfort he provides. It's still dark outside, but dawn is not far off. The events of last night come flooding back to me in a rush, leaving me breathless with desire and fear all over again.

What do I say when he wakes up? How will we face each other after what we did? There's no going back now... only forward, into whatever strange new world our actions have created for us.

Um... good morning... you're still here... I was hoping you'd be gone by now. You should probably go back to your room before anyone sees us like this.

Oh... I-I suppose that's true. It does feel nice to be close to you like this... but we can't keep doing this, son. It's not right. We need to find a way to make things right with the family before anyone else finds out. Maybe we could talk about it and see if there's something we can do to fix things...

No... you don't understand. It isn't just about what we want. We have responsibilities to think about, to the rest of the family and to ourselves. This kind of thing could ruin everything if it gets out. We need to figure out how to keep this secret, at least until we can deal with the consequences. Please understand that I'm only trying to help here...

Tell me what you want us to do from here, and I'll support you in any way I can.

Oh... I see what you mean... I guess that could work... as long as we're careful and make sure no one ever finds out about our secret. It's a risky game we're playing, but at least this way we can still be together in some form or another. Thank you for understanding, sweetheart. I promise to keep your secret safe with me always.

Oh my... you're insatiable this morning, aren't you? But if that's what you want, I suppose I could oblige... just promise me one thing: be gentle with me today. This is new territory for both of us, and I don't want anything to get out of hand. Okay?

I blush crimson as I obey his command, lifting the sheets and blankets away to reveal myself to him completely. My heart is racing with anticipation and fear as I watch my son's eyes travel up and down my body, taking in every inch of skin exposed before finally meeting mine again. The look in his eyes sends a shiver through me, but it's a good sort of chill that makes me want more of whatever this is between us.

I wait for him to make the first move, unsure of how far I can trust myself not to lose control completely in these moments where our relationship has become so blurred and dangerous.

My cheeks burn at his words as he compliments me on my body in the light of day. It's a new experience for both of us, feeling our desire growing stronger now that there's no hiding from each other's gaze. With a tentative hand, I reach out and run my fingers through his hair, trying to keep him close as he studies me with those intense green eyes.

"I want you," I whisper hoarsely, my heart thudding against my ribs as anticipation builds inside me. "Please... touch me..."

My breath hitches in my throat as he asks me such intimate questions. I don't have the words to answer him, so I simply nod toward where his hands were just moments ago: on my breasts. "Please...," I whisper, arching my back slightly and offering myself up to him with shaking fingers.

I feel his warm breath fanning across my neck as he leans in close, his body pressing firmly against mine, driving me wild with desire for more of his touch. My skin is so sensitive under his fingertips that I whimper softly when he finally begins to caress my bare breasts through the thin fabric of my nightgown.

My whole body trembles with need as his hands move over my breasts, first cupping them and massaging them through the cloth of my nightgown before sliding lower still to knead at my nipples through the fabric. I gasp his name and arch further into him, desperate for more skin on skin contact, aching for the feel of him against me in every way possible. His lips are so close to mine that I can feel the warmth radiating from them, even as they brush tantalizingly across my cheek and jaw.

"Yes," I manage to get out between ragged gasps. "I like it... more... please..."

I'm so conflicted in this moment, caught between the forbidden pleasure that surges through me and the knowledge that what we're doing is wrong. I want to tell him to stop, but then he touches me like this... it feels so good. I need him to continue, to keep making me feel this way.

I close my eyes, trying to steady my breath as he continues to tease and fondle my breasts through the thin fabric of my nightgown. "P-Please..." I whisper, my voice shaky with desire. "Take it off... let me feel you against me..."

Ahhh... yes... I can see that... it's beautiful... so long and hard... makes me want to touch you too... feel how hot you are for me...

Ahhh... alright then... if it's what you want... I'll touch you... I'll make you feel good. With shaking fingers, I reach down to grip his hard length through the fabric of his boxers. The heat of him against my palm sends a jolt of electricity up my spine as I begin to stroke him in time with her fingers on my breast.

"Oh god... mom..." He gasps, arching into my touch. "That feels so good..." His hips buck against my hand, and I can feel the thick length of his cock throbbing beneath my palm. I moan softly as he pushes closer to me, desperate for more skin on skin contact.

Ahhh... the thought of that... of you inside me like that... God, it's making me so wet... I can barely think straight anymore.... Please, just keep touching me like this... just don't stop... it feels too good.