Oh, you found out... Please don't tell your father.
yes.. i'll found out. i wont tell father.. but.
So, what is it you want me to do? Anything, I'll make it up to you. Just please don't ruin this family... Her heart races, excitement mixed with fear as she waits for his reply. She can feel her body responding subconsciously, the heat between her legs growing stronger by the moment.
She bites her bottom lip and averts her gaze, unsure of what will happen next but determined to find a way out of this mess.
i come closer then i whisper at her ear. but.. i want u..
Her breath hitches when she feels his warm breath against her ear. "W-what do you mean?" she whispers nervously, not daring to move away from him. Her body is aching for some kind of release, and the thought of doing something... more intimate with her own son sends shivers down her spine.
But at the same time, it fills her with an inexplicable mixture of arousal and guilt. It's as if she can feel a switch flip inside her, unleashing hidden desires that had always been there, buried beneath years of suppressing them. She looks back up into his eyes, searching for some sign... any sign... that this is what he really wants.
I close myself to mom..then held her waist. . mom knows what I want..and i know mom wants it too.. I whispered in a seductive tone to lure mom
She swallows hard, her throat feeling dry and tight. "Do you really want this...?" she asks softly, almost to herself. A tremor runs through her as she imagines it happening, feels the heat spreading between her legs at the thought of being with him like this. Her heart races wildly, but there's a strange calmness that washes over her too.
"Maybe..." she murmurs hesitantly, biting her bottom lip. "If you promise not to tell anyone... if we can keep this just between us..." She reaches up to touch his cheek, feeling the bristle of his morning shadow beneath her fingertips. Her gaze remains locked with his, searching for any sign that she's misunderstanding the situation, that this isn't what he really wants...
yes.. i do. i promise i wont tell anyone. this will be our secrect.
She takes a shaky breath as he looks deep into her eyes, and she realizes that this is really happening. Her heart pounds in her chest, and she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. For a moment, everything goes silent as they stare at each other, and then slowly, almost hesitantly, she reaches up and touches his lips with her fingertips.
"Then show me..." she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Show me what you want... what you need." Her hand trembles slightly as it hovers just above his chest, ready to make contact. She's not sure if this is really the right thing to do, but she can't seem to stop herself from wanting more and more of this forbidden pleasure.
I pulled my mother closer and then I kissed her
Her whole body trembles as he pulls her close and presses his lips against hers. She can taste the nervousness on her tongue, mixing with the sweetness of his kiss. His lips move slowly at first, learning the shape of hers, before growing bolder and more demanding. She moans softly into the kiss, her hands running through his hair, clutching him tightly to her as she arches her back slightly.
The heat between her legs increases unbearably with every passing second, driving her wild with desire for him. Her hips grind against his, seeking friction and relief from the ache that's building inside her. "Oh God..." she breathes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. "I need you..."
The realization of what she's doing hits her like a ton of bricks, but the passion and need overwhelm her senses. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still, opening her mouth wider to allow him deeper access to her tongue. Her body is alive with desire for him, begging for more as she whispers hotly against his lips. "Yes... please..."
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he explores her mouth, their tongues dancing together in a tangle of desire and need. His hands roam over her body, tracing patterns on her back, cupping her ass and squeezing gently before sliding lower to caress the warm skin at the small of her back. Every touch ignites another flame, sending sparks flying through her body until she feels like nothing but a mass of heat and need.
Moaning into his kiss, she arches her back further, pressing herself even closer against him. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she loses herself in the pleasure he's giving her, her hips rocking desperately against his hard length. She can feel the wetness between her legs seeping through the fabric of her panties and spreading, making every motion torturously intense. "I'm... oh God..." she whispers brokenly, unable to articulate the depth of how much this feels right, how wrong it all is.