Chapter 3

In a bold move, I stood from my chair and untied the terry cloth belt holding my bathrobe closed. My son’s face betrayed a storm of emotions as he watched every inch of fabric fall to the ground, revealing my naked body underneath. With deliberate slowness, I exposed myself to him, revealing my large breasts with their taut nipples and my hairless, glistening mound that oozed with desire. His gaze was ravenous as it roamed over my exposed flesh, and I purred in satisfaction at his captivated state. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, my voice dripping with seduction. He could only nod mutely, lost in the overwhelming sight before him. “Yes,” he muttered in a daze, unable to tear his eyes away from me.

I stalked around the table with predatory grace, hungry eyes fixed on my son’s trembling form. I could see the bulge in his sweatpants, a physical manifestation of his desire for me. My lips curled into a wicked smile as I drew closer, cupping his chin roughly in my hand. He looked up at me with adoration and fear, unsure of what I would do to him next.

I couldn’t help but revel in the power I held over my son, the way his body reacted to me with such desire. It was a heady feeling, knowing that I could provoke such intense reactions in him with just a glance or a touch. And as I gazed into his eyes, I could see the same desire reflected back at me, a burning flame that threatened to consume us both.

Without warning, I leaned down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. His mouth opened eagerly under mine, and our tongues danced together in an erotic frenzy. Our bodies pressed tightly against each other, seeking every last bit of contact we could find. The heat between us was palpable, and I couldn’t resist running my hands over every inch of his toned torso. The scent of arousal filled the air, a heady aroma that mingled with the musky, masculine scent of my son. It was a scent that was uniquely his, and it only served to fuel my desire.

As we broke apart for air, my son’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he gasped for breath. He looked up at me with unbridled lust and whispered my name like a prayer. In that moment, all doubts and fears melted away and we were simply two people consumed by our forbidden love. As I trailed my lips and tongue over his chest and stomach, I tasted the subtle saltiness of sweat mixed with the sweet tang of his skin. Every touch was electrifying, sending a shiver through me.

With one swift movement, I lifted him onto the table and stood before him with confidence and poise. He watched me intently as I slowly took off his t-shirt and slid it off his broad shoulders. My fingers traced over every contour of his body with reverence, memorizing every detail as if committing it to memory.

He lay there completely vulnerable under my gaze, exposed both physically and emotionally. And in that moment, I realized how deeply intertwined our souls were – how much we truly needed each other for fulfillment.

My hand trailed down along his stomach until it reached the waistband of his sweatpants. With teasing slowness, I pulled them down until they pooled around his ankles. He was now only in his briefs, showing a huge bulge.

I stood up and got closer once again until there was barely any space between us. My hand reached out and caressed his throbbing member through his clothes.

With a low, throaty voice, I taunted him. “Does Mommy make your poor cock hard, baby?” His response came out in a shaky, cracked voice. “Yes, Ma’am.” He still remembered his manners even in this twisted dynamic.

My chest heaved with anticipation and my mouth watered at the sight of him. I dropped to my knees before him, feeling my heart thundering in my ears. I leaned in close to his innocent face and whispered, “Let Mommy take care of you, baby boy.” The promise of pleasure mixed with pain hung in the air between us as I waited for his response

“Oh, yes, please, Mom...” he whispered. My insides ignited with a ferocious heat as I devoured his lips, my tongue plunging into his mouth like a wild animal. Every nerve in my body screamed for more of him, the taste of his lips and the feel of his tongue driving me towards a euphoric frenzy. His intoxicating presence had me trembling uncontrollably, desire coursing through me like a raging inferno. My fingers caressed his bare skin. The throbbing ache between my legs and the tautness of my nipples were undeniable signs of the insatiable hunger I had for him in this moment.

My son eagerly latched onto my every touch, devouring the silent instructions that passed between us through the brush of our fingers or the press of our lips. His hands greedily explored the heated, soft skin of my bare breasts, his own desire palpable as he drank in every inch of me with hunger and urgency.

I started to kiss his shirtless chest, my lips trailing hot kisses along every inch of exposed skin. My tongue flicked against his neck and collarbone, eliciting gasps and moans from his throat as I skillfully teased and tormented him with my mouth. I moved lower, planting wet kisses on his taught chest and teasing his sensitive nipples until they hardened under my touch. But my hands were the real stars of the show, slowly making their way down to his groin where they wrapped around the thick, pulsating bulge beneath his shorts. “God, your cock is huge,” I breathed in a sultry tone, locking eyes with my son as I began to stroke him through the fabric. “Do you want Mommy to take care of this?” My voice dripped with lust and desire as I gazed into his flushed face, eagerly awaiting his answer.

His breath hitched in his throat as he stuttered out a desperate plea. His bottom lip clenched between his teeth, his hips undulating to the slow, torturous rhythm of their hands on his rock-hard manhood. Every stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, making him writhe and moan uncontrollably.

My fingers coiled around Kyle’s throbbing manhood. The sight of it made my heart race and my mouth water. His thick, pulsating shaft glistened with precum, begging for my touch. Locking eyes with my son, I leaned in and ran my tongue slowly up the length of his cock, savoring the salty tang of his pre-cum. Before taking him fully into my mouth, I worshipped his smooth, hairless balls, sucking and licking each one before engulfing him in an intense suction that drew out moans of pleasure from deep within his throat.

A wave of realization crashed over me as I fully passed the point of no return. But in this moment, my desire for my son outweighed any consequences. I needed him in every way a woman can want a man, craving his young vigor and unwavering passion. Yet it went deeper than mere lust; I yearned to please and love him, not just as his mother but as his devoted lover.

Without hesitation, I released one of his large balls from my mouth and focused solely on the throbbing head of his cock. My lips wrapped tightly around the swollen tip, my tongue swirling eagerly around the rim before sucking it greedily into my throat. A low moan escaped my lips as I took him deeper, feeling his member pulse against the back of my throat.

Salty and tangy, the taste of my son’s pre-cum lingered on my tongue as I sucked him greedily into my mouth. The taste of our forbidden love was intoxicating.

My son’s body tensed with pleasure, a curse slipping past his lips before he caught himself in front of me. But there was no denying the primal sensation of having his cock buried deep within my oral passage, and we both reveled in the intense pleasure that coursed through us.

I released his throbbing cock from my mouth, a thin web of saliva connecting it to my lips as I looked up at him with wild desire. “Talk dirty to your mother,” I growled, before engulfing his hard shaft in my mouth once more. My head bobbed up and down with ferocious determination, the sound of my own slurping and moaning driving me further into a frenzied state.

Kyle’s eyes widened in shock and arousal at my request, but he didn’t hesitate to comply. “You’re so fucking hot, Mom,” he groaned as his hands gripped tightly onto my hair, guiding me deeper down his length. “I can’t believe how good this feels.”

My heart swelled with pride and lust at his words, knowing that I was the one giving him such immense pleasure. Determined to push us both over the edge, I increased the speed of my movements, taking him deeper and faster into my throat.

“Shit,” Kyle cursed through gritted teeth as his hips bucked uncontrollably against me. “I’m gonna cum.”

With a surge of primal instinct, I pulled back just enough for his cockhead to hit the back of my throat with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through both of us. My hand pumped furiously along his shaft while I continued to suck on him like there was no tomorrow.

My son’s groans and gasps only fueled my hunger as I devoured him, his hips thrusting in time with my movements as he attempted to fuck my mouth. His cock was pure ecstasy, smooth and thick with a musky scent that drove me wild.

One hand stroked his shaft while the other plunged between my thighs, rubbing and swirling at my swollen clit. The sensation was overwhelming, every movement sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I couldn’t contain the sounds escaping from my throat, a symphony of moans and gasps blending with Kyle’s own cries of pleasure.

As I pleasured him with motherly fervor, I felt my own desire building to an explosive peak. The taste of him, the feel of him against my tongue, it was all too much to handle. And when he finally came, filling my mouth with his hot release, I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a scream of ecstasy, I climaxed against my own hand and my son’s trembling body.