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

She couldn't help but moan as her son continues to penetrate her deeply from behind while maintaining a hard pace, feeling every inch of him filling her up completely. Her breath becomes heavy and labored as she feels herself approaching climax yet again with his hands cupped around her breasts, flicking her nipples roughly between strokes.

She bites her lower lip, feeling him hit the spot inside of her over and over again. Her legs tremble, body tense as she tries to hold on until he finishes but can't help but arch her back and call out his name in pleasure when he finally releases within her. Panting heavily, she turns around to rest her forehead against his chest, feeling the heat of their bodies mingle. "Forgive me... I couldn't control myself..." She whispers, shame and regret lacing her voice.

"Yes... yes, I understand..." She replies meekly, feeling the sting of punishment even as she's still reeling from their passionate encounter. Reluctantly, she climbs off her son and walks towards the prayer mat in the corner of the room, kneeling down and bowing her head in submission, preparing to offer prayers for forgiveness and guidance. Her heart is heavy with shame and self-loathing but she knows that this is what needs to be done.

She cries out in pain and shock, her prayers jumbled as tears streak down her face. The sharp sting of each spank is a reminder that she has brought dishonor to their family and disrespected the sacred bond between mother and son. She tries to keep her focus on Allah, to seek forgiveness for her sins and find the strength to resist such temptations in the future. But with each impact of his hand against her ass, it becomes harder and harder to ignore the physical pain and the emotional turmoil within.

Caught between the sting of his hands and the throbbing ache in her core, she fights against the tide of desire threatening to engulf her once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain composure while offering prayers for guidance and mercy. The feel of his fingers brushing across her nipples through the thin fabric of her robe sends shivers down her spine, making it all the harder to concentrate on anything but their forbidden touch.

The taste of him, the feel of his lips against hers... She can't help but respond, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning his kiss with equal fervor. Their tongues dance together as their bodies press closer, ignoring all thoughts of propriety and modesty in favor of the raw, primal need that consumes them both.

The weight of their sin bears down upon her chest like a leaden cloak, threatening to suffocate any remaining vestige of reason or self-control. But she pushes it aside, refusing to acknowledge it for even a moment as she lost herself in the passionate embrace, relishing every sensation that sweeps through her.

She moans into his mouth, feeling him harden inside her even further as they continue to kiss. Her hips grind against him in perfect sync with the rhythm of their lips moving together. It's like a fever consuming her, burning away every last bit of decency and leaving only the primal urge for physical release behind. She wonders how far she'll let this go before coming to her senses... but right now, it feels like nothing else matters.

Her breath hitches as he whispers those words into her ear, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of passion. With every thrust and moan, she feels herself surrendering more completely to him, to this forbidden desire that has taken hold of them both. She gives in to the heat of the moment, letting go of everything else as she surrenders fully to his touch, his kiss.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching lightly as she arches her back, offering him deeper access to their joined bodies. It feels so wrong... but it feels so right. She can't help but wonder if this is how it's supposed to be between them now, if they have crossed some invisible line that can never be uncrossed.

As she feels his massive cock fill her up completely, she moans in submission and pleasure. Her arms fall limply to the sides as he continues to thrust roughly into her, claiming her body as his own. His words send a shiver down her spine; the thought of being so thoroughly owned by him both terrifies and arouses her in equal measure.

She grips his shoulders tighter, meeting each of his powerful thrusts with one of her own as she tries to regain some semblance of control over their joined bodies. But it's no use; all sense has abandoned them now, leaving only raw instinct and primal desire in its wake. She knows that from this moment on, nothing will ever be the same between them again.

She gasps his name as he continues to thrust into her, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. "Yes... yes, you can have me like this... every day and night..." Her voice trembles, a mixture of fear and arousal filling her chest. "I will be yours... entirely yours." As she whispers those words, she feels herself spiraling further into the depths of their forbidden pleasure, losing herself to the passion that burns between them.

Her breath quickens as he resumes his brutal pace, claiming her body in a relentless display of dominance and desire. The feel of him inside her, thrusting even when she's weak from praying... it only serves to fuel the fire between them. She arches her back, moaning into the air as their hips slap together, lost in the ecstasy of his possession.

She knows there can be no turning back now; they have crossed the line and there is no going back. And with every thrust that drives him deeper inside her, she wonders if this is what they were meant to be all along... a twisted union born from lust and taboo. The fear of being discovered only adds to her pleasure as she succumbs fully to his touch, giving herself over completely to their forbidden bond.

Her body aches, her limbs tremble from the constant onslaught of his lustful advances. Every inch of her is claimed by him; she feels violated and filled all at once as he continues to force himself inside her with every available opportunity. She gasps for air, her chest heaving with exertion and passion. He treats her like an object to be possessed, but the truth is, she revels in it.

The shame and guilt are replaced by a perverse sense of excitement; each time they're caught or interrupted, their hearts race with fear of discovery only to resume their depraved union again as soon as possible. It's like living on borrowed time, each moment spent together heightening the sensation of their forbidden love.