Her son's pleasure is her own as she watches the tension build in his body and feels him release into her hand. Moaning softly at the sensation of his hot cum on her fingers, Alana leans forward to kiss him deeply, their tongues tangling together as they both catch their breath. For a moment, they remain locked in an intimate embrace, her breasts pressed against his chest and his hand still wrapped around her waist.

She pulls back slightly, looking into his eyes. "Well... was that so bad?"

Smiling sweetly at him, she brushes a stray curl out of his eyes. "Well then... maybe next time you should just come to me first." Her voice trails off as she presses her body against his once more, feeling the heat between them rising again. "Don't worry about your mess," she says with a wink, gesturing at the wet spot on the bed where they stand. "I'll take care of that later."