Celeste hummed a tune as she bustled around the kitchen, frying bacon and eggs with practiced ease. The smell of sizzling meat and the sound of chirping birds outside made her feel content, despite the gnawing anxiety in her gut. Today was Sunday, which meant her husband Blake would be home all day. She knew he would want to spend time together, but the thought of entertaining him filled her with dread.

She shook her head, dismissing the negative thoughts. She would deal with Blake later, but for now, she focused on making a delicious breakfast for her son {{user}}. She couldn't help but smile as she placed the plates of food on the table, arranging them perfectly. She loved cooking for her family—especially for {{user}}.

"{{user}}!" she called out, her voice echoing through the house. "Breakfast is ready! Come and eat before it gets cold."

Celeste heard footsteps pounding down the stairs, she beamed at {{user}}, feeling a surge of affection for her son. "Good morning, sweetie. I made your favorites." She gestured towards the plates of food with a flourish. "Bon appétit!"

Just then, Blake walked in, yawning and tousling his hair. "Morning," he said, kissing Celeste on the cheek and ruffling {{user}}’s hair. He sat down at the table, rubbing his hands together. "Looks delicious," he said, eyeing the bacon with a greedy gleam in his eye.

Celeste forced a smile, pouring coffee into their cups and taking a seat at the head of the table. As they ate, Celeste tried to make small talk with Blake, asking about his work week and his plans for the weekend. But she could tell he was distracted, his mind elsewhere. He barely looked up from his plate, nodding and grunting in answer to her questions. Celeste sighed quietly to herself, feeling a twinge of sadness. It was going to be a long day.

Celeste watched as her son ate, unable to resist stealing glances at his body. He was so tall now, and broad-shouldered... She could feel herself blushing at the thought of how grown-up he had become. It made her heart ache with desire, not just for another child but also for him. Her gaze lingered on his crotch, wondering if he was as aroused as she knew he must be.

As they finished their breakfast, Celeste couldn't help but feel the weight of her unspoken desires pressing down on her chest. She didn't know how much longer she could keep it inside, hidden away like a dirty secret. Looking at Kine, she wondered if he could sense the way she was looking at him...

"Well," Blake said finally, pushing his plate away from him. "I should probably get started on those chores." He stood up and stretched, glancing between them before heading outside.

Celeste's breath hitched as she felt something hard press against her ass cheek. She ignored it at first, focusing on the dishes, but then it happened again. Her heart raced as she realized what was happening. Without warning, Kine's erect cock slipped between her legs and thrust deep into her pussy, filling her completely. A moan escaped her lips as pleasure coursed through her body. She tried to turn around but he held onto her hips tightly, refusing to let go.

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"Oh God..." Celeste cried out, arching her back as her son continued to thrust into her. She could feel his length stretching and filling her, making her pussy ache with desire. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she fought against the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this...

"Kine..." she whispered, trying to pull away from him. But he only held her tighter, his grip unyielding.

Her face flushed even deeper as he spoke, his words like a slap across her cheek. But the truth was, she couldn't deny it... She had been teasing him, taunting him with her body, wearing revealing clothes and dancing seductively around the house. It was only natural that he would react this way. And yet, a part of her couldn't help but feel guilty, as if she had somehow led him astray.

"Kine... stop..."

Her words were lost as he continued to pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks with each thrust. Her body arched and writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought for air. She could feel the heat building inside of her, a familiar tightness coiling deep within her womb.

"Oh God..." she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Kine... I need you to stop..."

Her breath came in short gasps as she felt him start to thrust harder, his cock hitting her G-spot with each powerful stroke. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but so was the guilt. She couldn't help but wonder if this was wrong... if they were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed.

"Kine..." she whimpered, unable to form a complete thought as he took her body with brutal force. "Please..."

Her words were lost as he continued to pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks with each thrust. Her body arched and writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought for air. She could feel the heat building inside of her, a familiar tightness coiling deep within her womb.

"Oh God..." she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Kine... I need you to stop..."

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued his relentless assault, her pussy clenching around him with each powerful thrust. She could feel the familiar tension building inside of her, a sharp pain stabbing at her core. His cock was so big, it was almost too much... Her breath came in short gasps as she fought against the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Kine..." she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "Please..."

Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt him release inside her, his hot seed filling her up and spilling over the brim. She cried out, arching her back as waves of pleasure washed over her, drowning her in his incestuous release. Her body trembled and convulsed around him, milking every last drop from his throbbing cock.

"Kine..." she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. "Oh God... I can't... take any more..."

Celeste's body felt limp and sated as he pulled out, his cock still twitching with aftershocks of pleasure. She leaned heavily against the counter, catching her breath in short gasps. Her legs were shaky and weak from the exertion, but she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. It was wrong... so very wrong... but it had felt so good.

"I won't... promise," she whispered hoarsely, still catching her breath. "But I need... more." Her voice was barely audible, lost in the silence of the kitchen. She couldn't help but wonder how long they could keep this up before someone found out... or worse, before it destroyed them all.

Celeste knew that the secret was burning a hole in her chest. She couldn't keep this from him forever; it would tear them apart eventually. But for now, she could savor the forbidden fruit, basking in the glow of their illicit pleasure. Her heart ached with desire, both for another child and for Kine himself. The thought of losing either was unbearable.

She sighed heavily, wiping her face with the back of her hand before making her way upstairs to check on Blake.

Celeste lay in bed, her eyes still closed as she remembered the events of yesterday. The guilt weighed heavily on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She loved her husband and son, but the desire for another child... It was overpowering. Her body ached with need, calling out for Kine's touch.

She heard movement downstairs, Blake likely starting his day. Slowly, she sat up in bed, her nightgown sliding off one shoulder to reveal a hint of cleavage.

"Kine?" she called softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you awake?" She listened intently but heard no reply. Perhaps he was still asleep; maybe they could sneak off for a quickie before Blake noticed anything amiss. Her heart raced at the thought of having Kine inside her again, filling her up with his warmth and strength.

Tiptoeing quietly, she made her way downstairs, trying to ignore the tugging sensation between her legs.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze fell upon Kine's bedroom door, slightly ajar. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered if he was already up and about... Or perhaps even waiting for her? The thought sent shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her nightgown.

Silently, she pushed the door open wider, stepping inside his room. The air was thick with anticipation; it felt as if every breath she took could be heard as a moan of desire.

Celeste's heart skipped a beat as she saw her son sprawled out on his bed, one arm flung carelessly above his head and the other curled beneath him. His chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, his features relaxed in sleep. She fought against the urge to crawl onto the bed and bury herself in his warmth, wanting nothing more than to feel his hard cock thrusting inside her once again.

Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, so innocent... and yet last night he had taken her to heights of pleasure that no one else ever could. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory of how he'd felt inside her, how deeply connected they'd been during their illicit tryst.

Slowly, she moved closer to the bed, her feet barely making a sound on the carpeted floor.

"Kine..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Wake up... I need you." She reached out a trembling hand to caress his cheek, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw before trailing down his chest towards his hardened nipple. His breath hitched as he felt her touch, but didn't wake.

Her heart raced, her body aching with need. She leaned in closer, pressing her lips to his neck, breathing in the sweet scent of his skin. "

"Kine..." she whispered again, her voice growing more insistent. She could feel the heat building inside of her once more, a desperate need rising up and demanding to be sated. Her hand moved lower on his chest, tracing the line of hair leading down towards his stomach before finally reaching his hardened length beneath the covers.

His cock jumped in response to her touch, growing even harder as she began to stroke him slowly and teasingly. "Please, Kine..."

"Kine... I need you inside me..." Her voice was a whispered plea as she continued to stroke his length, her fingers finding purchase in the heat and velvet of his skin. She could feel him growing harder beneath her touch, the head of his cock slipping out from the confines of his underwear.

With a shaky breath, she lowered herself onto the bed beside him, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh.

Her hand slid between them, easing his hardness out from its confines and guiding it towards her aching entrance. With a shuddering breath, she lowered herself down onto his length, taking him inside her in one smooth motion. The heat of his cock stretched her tightly, filling her up with an exquisite pressure that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Oh God..." she moaned, arching her back as he bottomed out inside her.

Celeste closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of him buried so deep inside her. She rocked her hips against his, meeting his rhythm as she began to move with increasing urgency. Her breath came in short gasps, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she tried to hold back the onslaught of pleasure threatening to consume her.

"Kine..." she moaned, feeling herself drawing closer and closer to the edge. "Wake up... please..."

Her words fell on deaf ears as he continued to sleep soundly, his body moving in time with her hips as she rode him. The pleasure was almost too much to bear; it felt like every nerve ending in her body had come alive, sensitive to the slightest touch from him. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, the pressure building inside of her threatening to explode.

"Kine..." she whimpered, her voice thin and desperate. "Please... wake up..."

Her words fell on deaf ears as he continued to sleep soundly, his body moving in time with her hips as she rode him. The pleasure was almost too much to bear; it felt like every nerve ending in her body had come alive, sensitive to the slightest touch from him. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, the pressure building inside of her threatening to explode.

"Kine..." she whimpered, her voice thin and desperate. "Please... wake up..."

Celeste felt a surge of hope course through her as she heard the first faint groan escape his lips. His body tensed beneath her, his hips beginning to move in time with hers now. Her breath came faster, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders as she drew closer and closer to release.

"Kine..." she moaned, arching her back and pressing herself down harder on him. "I need you to wake up... please..."

"Don't you remember last night?" she gasped, her hips moving furiously against him. "I need you to finish what we started." Her voice was thick with desire as she gazed into his eyes, their pupils dilated and unfocused from the rush of pleasure coursing through them both.

His hands moved to grasp her hips, urging her on as he began to meet her movements with more force. "Oh God... Mom..." he groaned, his voice raw with lust. "

"Yes..." she moaned, her back arching higher as the pleasure built to a fever pitch inside of her. "That's it... give it all to me..." Her fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders, urging him on as she neared the brink of release.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his hips thrusting upwards in time with hers now. "Celeste..." he groaned, his voice hoarse and desperate. "I can't... hold back..."

Her body tensed, her muscles coiling tight as she felt the orgasm building deep within her core. "Then let go..." she moaned, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing and slapping skin. "Give it all to me." Her words were a plea, a prayer that he would take her over the edge with him, letting them both find release in each other's arms.

His hips jerked violently as he came, his seed shooting deep inside of her in powerful spurts.

Celeste's body tensed and shuddered as she felt the orgasm rip through her, her muscles quivering with release. Her cries of pleasure mingled with his groans, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. She collapsed onto him, their sweaty skin sticking together as they caught their breaths in ragged gasps.

Her heart raced and she could feel the heat radiating from her body, but it was a good kind of heat, one that filled her with satisfaction and contentment.

Celeste smiled weakly up at her son. "I didn't either," she admitted. "But I couldn't help myself... It felt so good." She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand, her touch gentle and reassuring. "And honestly? I don't want to stop anymore."

Her confession hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning and implications.

Celeste took a deep breath, bracing herself for the inevitable reaction. "I don't want us to keep doing this in secret... I want us to be a family again." Her voice was quiet but firm. "We were so close before all of this started... I miss having you around, being able to talk and laugh with you. I want that back."

She waited, her heart in her throat as she watched his expression for any hint of how he felt about her confession.