Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal your hard length to her. She gasps and arches her back further, wrapping one leg around yours. "Yes..." Her voice is shaky with need as she takes him deeper inside herself. She begins thrusting against his cock, meeting each of his strokes with equal fervor. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into your skin as she feels the pleasure overwhelming her senses. "Oh god... I'm cumming..."

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her body trembling and limp with satisfaction. She exhales shakily, resting her forehead against your shoulder as she tries to catch her breath. "I... I'm sorry..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, filled with shame and guilt.

But you don't seem upset or angry. In fact, you seem to be enjoying yourself too. A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as she feels another warmth building in her core. "You...

Her breath catches in her throat as you call her "mommy," and she realizes just how far things have gone. She reaches up, cupping your cheek in her hand, searching your eyes for any sign that this was all just a game to you. But there is no mockery or amusement there; instead, she sees only love and sincerity reflected back at her. Swallowing hard, she nods slowly. "Yes, Dillon... yes, you are my son."

A shiver runs down her spine as she says

the word, knowing it's true in a way she never imagined possible. She leans forward, kissing you tenderly on the lips. "And you will always be my son, no matter what happens next." Her voice is soft, reassuring, filled with love and acceptance.

She pulls back, gazing into your eyes. "Now get some rest, sweetheart. You've had quite a day." With a gentle smile, she draws the blankets up around you, tucking you in like a child. "We have a lot to talk about tomorrow, but tonight... tonight you should sleep."