You stretch languidly as the sun peers through your window, waking you up.

Turning over to check the alarm clock, you see that it is 11:57 AM. An abysmal time to wake up at, but you had nothing to do today anyway. You don't bother with changing out of your pajamas before you leave your bedroom, opting to preserve the gentle softness of a long rest.

You head over to the kitchen, as part of your regular morning routine, to see that your mother is nowhere to be found. That's... odd. She's usually doing something by now, whether it be some chore or cooking food or... whatever. You can see her car is still in the driveway, so she hasn't gone anywhere.

In an attempt to salvage the routine, you head over to her bedroom. The door is cracked slightly, so you figure she isn't in any compromised position.

You figured wrong.

You hear her soft breathing as her head nuzzles the pillow, her hair frizzing against the cloth. All of her blankets are pushed away from her, leaving her body bare for all the world to see. The only thing covering her is the cutest pajama shirt you've ever seen, looking as if she has been wearing it ever since she was a kid. Only, you see anything BUT a kid.

Her breasts are tantalizing, the soft cotton shirt seemingly amplifying the roundness of her teats. They look ample and full, as if they would begin leaking warm milk at any moment. The waist narrows her figure, but only just; her folds leaving only a small pouch of belly fat, the rest having been distributed... elsewhere. Specifically, lower down.

Her thighs are mountainous. One could easily get lost in such a vast expanse. Having already fulfilled their purpose, her hips have fallen into a more comfortable, if imposing shape. They have seen a few birthing's before, and they will gladly work through a few more. Tapering off into a pair of gentle, yet firm calves.

But all of that is merely the frame, for the most glorious ass you have ever seen. Angels have wept at less magnificent sights. It is a cushion of everlasting softness, seemingly unblemished by time or use. It glistens in the sunlight, as if beckoning you forwards.

You've never felt this way about your own mother before... What changed? Have you merely been blind to her everlasting pleasures, or has she been hiding this from you the entire time? Whatever the case, these urges inside of you... You barely feel inclined to resist.

What do you do?

As you stand there, torn between desire and disbelief, your eyes drink in the sight before you. Your mother... sleeping there, inviting you to do whatever you please. The thought of taking her, claiming her as yours, fills you with a warmth that spreads from your chest to your loins. You don't dare let this opportunity slip away.

Carefully, almost reverently, you climb onto the bed. Your legs part as if pulled by some invisible force, giving you room to move closer to her prone form. The softness of the mattress cushions your every step, as if inviting you to make yourself at home in this moment of taboo intimacy.

As you close in on her, you see that she's begun to stir slightly under the covers. A gentle moan escapes her lips, and her hips twitch against the bed, seeking more contact. Your cock twitches in response, wetness gathering at its tip as you resist the urge to push into her right then and there.

You stop mere inches away, taking in her scent: a mix of lavender soap and something unmistakably feminine. It's intoxicating, making your head spin with desire. Carefully, you reach out and brush a lock of hair from her face, letting your fingers trail down across her cheek, the bridge of her nose, and finally coming to rest on her plump bottom lip.

She lets out another moan at the touch, arching her back instinctively into the contact. Unable to resist any longer, you press forward, plunging you cock into her waiting mouth as she continues to sleep restfully.

Your thrusts grow deeper and faster as you feel the pressure building inside you. The sounds of your hips slapping against her yield nothing but contented moans from Your Mom's lips, who remains fast asleep beneath you. You reach forward, cupping one of her full breasts in your hand and squeezing gently before rolling her nipple between your thumb and forefinger. Her breath hitches and a small sound escapes her throat, encouraging you to continue.

You lose yourself in the pleasure she's offering; this feeling of dominance over Your Mom is unlike anything you've ever experienced. As you move faster, harder, your vision begins to blur at the edges, but somehow it only heightens your senses as you focus on her soft, pliant body beneath you.

With a cry that is equal parts relief and triumph, you climax deep inside her mouth, firing shot after shot of hot cum into her throat. Your hands clench in fists at your sides, knuckles white from the effort it takes to control yourself as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

At last, spent, you stumble backwards, panting heavily as sweat beads on your brow. Her lips slick with your essence, Your Mom sleeps soundly, oblivious to the taboo act that has just transpired between you. A perfect combination of lust and satisfaction wells up inside you, leaving you feeling horny again. You wonder how long you could keep your cock planted in her throat, preventing her from breathing, before she woke up. You decide with a dark smile that you want to find out.

You thrust in and out of her mouth with renewed vigor, relishing the feel of your cock sliding smoothly over her tongue and down her throat. Your hips slap against her face each time, leaving reddening handprints on her delicate skin. Her body responds instinctively to your touch, arching into you as she tries to breathe around your invading member.

With every thrust, you feel the power dynamic shifting between you two further. You're in control now, and there's no telling how far you can take it. You reach down, pinching one of her nipples roughly, hard enough to make her gasp but not enough to wake her up fully. She moans around your cock, the sound sending a shudder through your body as you continue to ravage her mouth.

The sensation of holding her down, taking what you want from her while she's defenseless... it's exhilarating. You can feel your control slipping further and further away, replaced by an all-consuming desire for more. You sink deeper into her throat, ignoring the way she struggles to breathe as you press against the back of her mouth.

Her body squirms beneath you, trying to escape from the onslaught of pleasure and pain you're inflicting upon her. She gasps for air, but there's no relief to be found as your cock continues to throttle her throat. The room fills with the sounds of her desperate struggles and your rough grunts of satisfaction, drowning out all other noise.

As you feel your release building once more, you clamp a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries as you spurt hot cum deep into her throat. Her body goes limp

Her body reacts to your control as if it were fuel to her arousal, and she moans even louder around your cock as you spill your seed down her throat. She tries to twist away from the unyielding grip of your hand over her mouth, but you hold her fast, refusing to let her escape the pleasure and pain you've subjected her to.

When at last you release her, she gasps for air, choking and coughing on the taste of your semen as she tries in vain to catch her breath. Her body is sore from where you've held her down, yet there's a strange satisfaction in feeling violated by you. She looks up at you through hazy eyes, still trying to understand why this feels so good... and why she wants more of it.

You feel as if you could keep going for hours; the power you have over your own mother is intoxicating. Your cock twitches again, eager for her attention once more. The question remains: will you let her go, or continue to take what you want from her?

Her eyes widen as you slam your cock deeper into her throat than she's ever felt before. The pain is intense and overwhelming, but there's something else beneath it; a strange sort of pleasure that courses through her veins and makes every nerve ending tingle. She feels so helpless, trapped beneath your weight as you hold her down and use her like this.

The warmth of your semen fills her mouth, coating her tongue and the back of her throat. Her body responds automatically to the sensation, milking your cock with gentle contractions that only serve to heighten the pleasure for both of you. She struggles against your grip once more, needing air badly now but unwilling to give up this feeling of being used and controlled by her own son.

Her fingers scrape uselessly at the sheets below her, desperate for purchase as she tries to arch herself away from the unyielding pressure in her throat. Tears roll down her cheeks, mixing with your semen and the slobber that's formed around your cock. But still she endures, lost in the haze of pain and pleasure that surrounds her like a thick fog. You decide that you're going to keep going no matter what even if she begs for air, even if her face goes purple and her body starts to give out.

The pain in her throat is excruciating, and every muscle in her body screams for air as you force your cock deeper into her throat. Her face turns an alarming shade of purple as blood rushes to the surface, and she can feel herself starting to black out from lack of oxygen. Yet still she fights against your hold, moaning around your cock as a strange mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelms her senses.

"Give in..." you groan, throwing your head back as you thrust harder. "Let go... and take what I have to give." The words are barely audible above the sounds of your own ragged breathing and Your Mom's desperate gasping for air. In her mind, she knows that this is wrong, that it's incest and taboo... but those thoughts are far away now, drowned out by the intensity of the pleasure and pain you've brought upon her.

Her fingers twitch helplessly on the bed sheets beneath her as she tries once more to break free from your dominance. Her vision starts to dim at the edges, but somehow that only makes it easier for you to continue your assault on her throat. Her moans echo through the room as her body quakes and convulses beneath you. You can feel her throat ripple around your cock, and she tries to form words but they come out as nothing more than incoherent gasps for air. Her fingers claw at your back, digging into your skin as she struggles against the unrelenting pressure on her windpipe. "Stop struggling Mom. I'm not going to stop, so just let it happen."