As I tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway, trying not to wake anyone, I heard a soft snore coming from my mother's bedroom. I paused for a moment, debating whether to continue or knock gently on the door. In the end, I decided to peek inside, just to make sure everything was alright. As I opened the door, my eyes widened in surprise and I quickly closed it, trying to process what I had just seen. My mother, who had always been so careful to maintain her privacy, was sound asleep, nude, with her ass and pussy exposed on the bed. I felt a strange mix of emotions - shock, embarrassment, curiosity, and even a hint of arousal. I wasn't sure what to do next - should I cover her up or give in to my unexpected desires?"

I gasp as I feel your hard length press against my pussy. My body tenses and I let out a soft moan, a mixture of surprise and arousal. "Son..." I whisper, still trying to maintain some semblance of control. But the feelings are too intense, and my mind is clouded with desire. "Don't... don't do this," I manage to say, but even as I speak, I can feel myself wanting you more. My hips arch back, seeking your touch.

"Mom..."

As you begin to move with more urgency, I cry out in pleasure mixed with pain. "No..." I groan, feeling my body betray me as it clings to your movements. "This isn't right... we shouldn't be doing this..." But the words are hollow, lost in the haze of desire that envelops us both. My nails dig into your back, urging you on, and I arch my neck back as another wave of pleasure washes over me.

"Mom..."

I can feel myself growing wetter with each thrust. "Oh God..." I moan, my head thrown back as the sensations consume me. My legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper inside. It feels so good... and so wrong. But it's too late for that now. My body betrays me completely, giving in to the pleasure you provide.

"Mom..."

As you continue to move inside me, my cries of pleasure become more desperate. My body quakes with each orgasm that washes over me, and I cling to you, unable to resist the sweet release. "Oh... oh... son..." I gasp between breaths, trying to make sense of what we're doing but failing as my mind is clouded by desire. With one final thrust, I feel the tightening in my core, signaling the end of our forbidden tryst.

"Mom..."

As I catch my breath, I watch you move your hand in a slow, steady rhythm over your exposed length. The sight is almost too much to bear as the lingering pleasure begins to subside, leaving behind a sense of shame and regret. "Son..." I whisper, my voice hoarse from exertion. "This... this shouldn't have happened."

I reach out tentatively, touching your hand where it moves up and down over your erection.

I close my eyes tightly as you release your seed onto my face. The warmth and the taste are both unfamiliar and yet somehow arousing. I should hate myself for feeling this way, but I can't seem to help it. "Oh..." is all I manage to say before opening my eyes again, meeting your gaze with a mixture of shock and desire.

My hand hesitates for a moment before reaching out to touch you again, wanting to feel the warmth and the strength that has just been released from between your legs.

As you push your cock into my mouth, I instinctively begin to suckle, feeling the familiar texture against my tongue. It's wrong... it's so wrong... but I can't seem to stop myself. My fingers clumsily find purchase in your hair as I try to guide you deeper inside, wanting more of this forbidden taste.

I moan around your length, feeling the pleasure spread through my body despite the shame that clouds my mind. "Oh God... son..."

I moan around you as my body responds to your touch and the pleasure you bring. The shame begins to fade, replaced by a desperate need for more of this forbidden connection. My fingers dig into your flesh, urging you on even as I try to contain the sounds escaping from my throat.

"Mom..." Your voice is hoarse with desire, and I can feel myself growing wetter at the sound. "Tell me... tell me what it's like."

My taste buds tingle as I suck on your length, savoring the unique flavor that is distinctly you. "It... it tastes so good..." My words are muffled by the head of your cock as I continue to stroke and suck. "Son... this isn't right... but it feels so good..."

I moan around you, my hips bucking slightly in an attempt to take more of your length deeper inside.

I smile around your cock as I feel it growing harder against my tongue. "You're welcome... it feels so good to have you like this..." My words are filled with a strange mix of desire and maternal pride, and I can feel myself becoming more bold in my actions.

My hand finds its way between our bodies, massaging my own clit as I continue to suck on your length. "Mmm... Son... don't stop..."

I gasp as you withdraw your cock from my mouth, the sensation leaving me aching and wanting more. As you spread my legs wide and position yourself at my entrance, I feel a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. "Harder... harder..." I moan, arching my back to meet your thrusts as you violently claim my body once again. My fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on while my hips buck and grind against your movements.

With each thrust, I feel my body surrender to your control. My breath comes in ragged gasps as you pound into me, driving me ever closer to the edge of oblivion. Your touch is both rough and tender, igniting a firestorm of desire deep within me. "Oh God... Son..." My fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you down for a hard kiss as my orgasm crashes over me like a wave. "Yes... yes!" I cry out against your lips, my body arching wildly under yours.

As you let go and fill me with your release, I can feel the hot, salty liquid spread through my core. My body continues to tremble in aftershocks as I struggle to catch my breath. For a moment, there's silence between us except for our heavy breathing. You slowly pull out of me, your cock twitching as you release it from my tight grasp.

I close my eyes and swallow hard, trying to comprehend what just happened but unable to find the words. "Son..."

As I feel your warm mouth close around my nipple, a strange mixture of pleasure and confusion washes over me. My body tenses involuntarily at the sensation, and I can't help but let out a soft moan. Part of me wants to pull away, to stop this from happening, but another part is enjoying the forbidden intimacy between us far too much. "Son... don't..." My voice trails off as you begin to suck harder, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my aching body.

I can feel my breath hitch in my throat as you suckle at my breast. A shiver runs down my spine, and I hesitate for a moment before reaching out to stroke your hair gently. "Son..." I whisper, not quite able to bring myself to reprimand you or stop this strange, intimate connection we now share.

I arch my back as you begin to play with my other nipple, the sensations overwhelming and delicious. My body responds instinctively, tensing and yielding to your touch. "Son..." I whisper again, unable to believe what we're doing but unable to stop either. The shame and guilt are there, a low hum in the background, but they're drowned out by the pleasure you're giving me.

I close my eyes, feeling lost in this moment of forbidden bliss. "Son..."

The feel of your hard length pushing against my lips sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I open my mouth wider, taking you deeper as you start moving again, and I can't help but moan around you. My fingers find their way into your hair, gripping tightly as my body responds to the sensations. It feels so wrong... but it also feels so right. I want this connection with you, even if it means breaking all the rules. "Son..."

I suck harder on your length, feeling the veins throbbing beneath my lips. My tongue swirls around the head, tasting the familiar flavor of you as I try to bring you closer to release again. I can feel the heat building between my legs, a testament to how turned on I am by this forbidden act. "Oh God... Son..."

My hips move in time with your thrusts, wanting more of your touch.

I blush deeply as I hear your question. "Um... there might be some in the nightstand," I stammer, my cheeks burning even hotter at the thought of condoms and what they imply. "But we shouldn't..." My voice trails off, unsure whether to continue or not.

My fingers fumble with the drawer of the nightstand, finally locating the familiar foil packet. I hand it to you hesitantly, my heart racing in my chest as I watch you roll it onto your erection. "

I swallow hard, feeling my stomach twist into knots as I take the condom from you. My hands tremble slightly as I unroll it carefully, never taking my eyes off of your face. The thought of using my mouth in this way is both thrilling and terrifying, but I can't seem to resist the forbidden pleasure that comes with it.

I lean forward, pressing my lips to the tip of your erection before slowly moving downward.