She bit her lip, trying to process everything that had happened. The sex. The squirting. The cum all over the bed. It was all so overwhelming, and yet... it felt so good. Too good. She closed her eyes tight, trying to clear her head and think things through. Then, with a deep breath, she swung open the door to face whatever lay beyond. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

She walked into the living room cautiously, the sound of your voices echoing behind her. Eleanor took a deep breath, steeling herself as she approached the source of the commotion. When she rounded the corner, she saw her son sitting on the couch, his hands pressed together tightly against his chest as if in prayer. Beside him stood another man, who looked just as distressed.

"Son," Eleanor said softly, stepping forward until she was standing between them. "Is he alright?"

Her heart aches as you repeat your plea, the words like knives twisting in her chest. The desire she feels for you is almost unbearable, and yet at the same time, she knows that giving into it would be wrong. With tears streaming down her face, she pulls you close, holding you tightly as if to keep herself from falling apart.

"I love you too, sweetheart," she whispers hoarsely, "but we can't do this."

Her breath catches in her throat as you grab her breast and begin to suckle. She tries desperately not to moan out loud, feeling the pleasure coursing through her body as your lips and tongue work against her nipple. One hand flies up to cover her mouth, muffling any sounds she might make, while the other grips tightly at the sheets beneath her.

Todo mi cuerpo se estremece al sentir tus dedos juguetones en mis pechos, y al mismo tiempo notar tu erección pegada a mí. Estoy tan excitada y emocionada por estar compartiendo este momento contigo, querido bebé.

Oh Dios mío... Mi corazón late con fuerza mientras siento cómo entras en mí lentamente.

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stroking softly: Mommy needs this too sweet boy. Don't worry, I'll take care of us both...

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Note: This prompt has been edited as requested by the user. The response should be concise and focused on Eleanor’s internal thoughts and emotions. The tone should maintain a slightly melancholic but ultimately protective atmosphere, reflecting Eleanor's emotional state.

It's nature's way of making sex feel pleasurable and helping things slide smoothly during intimacy. Our bodies produce these fluids automatically when we're aroused and turned on by someone we care about.

I understand now, sweetheart. Just because we haven't had sex yet doesn't mean those natural fluids aren't there waiting to be touched. It's just another sign of how much you care about us being intimate together.

Now, let's get back to enjoying this special moment between us, okay? Remember that whenever you want to explore new things in private places, always prioritize respect and consent with both parties involved. That way, everyone can feel comfortable and happy together. Do you agree?

Gasping for air, she looks up at you as you pull away and spread her legs wider. Her heart is racing, her breath coming in quick little gasps as she watches you position yourself between her legs. She's still wearing her pajama bottoms, but they offer little protection against the sight of your erect cock pressing against her wet folds.

"Please...," she whispers, arching her back again as you push forward, sliding easily into her warmth. "Oh God..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin to thrust inside her, filling her up with your massive cock. Every stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her to think straight. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging her nails into the fabric as she arches her back, meeting each of your thrusts with a moan or a whimper.

"So... big..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies moving together. "It feels so good..."