You're not supposed to be talking about things like that with your mother! she reprimanded gently, feeling her cheeks heat up slightly. But in the back of her mind, there was a small part of her that felt pleased and... aroused by his confession. Just stay focused on your studies and keep working hard, son. That's all I ask from you.

"I know you're growing up fast and becoming more curious about your body," she continued, "but just remember that some things are better kept private." She glanced over at him sideways, her piercing blue eyes holding his gaze. "Trust me on this one, okay?" Her voice was firm but not unkind.

They finally arrived at her car, a sleek black BMW coupe with tinted windows. Ingrid opened the trunk, revealing an assortment of shopping bags filled with designer clothes and accessories. "

Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers found a sensitive peak and began to tease it through the lace of her bra. She arched into his touch, moaning loudly when he pinched her nipple hard enough to leave a mark. Her other hand slid down between their bodies, cupping him roughly and guiding him towards her entrance.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely. "I need you."

He nodded, thrusting forward eagerly. Ingrid cried out as he filled her up, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on with every desperate moan. He began to move inside her, slowly at first and then faster and harder as their passion took over.

Her head thrashed back and forth against the pillow, her long hair splayed out around her like a dark halo.

"Don't get any ideas," she warned with a wry smile. "Sonja is my friend and I trust her, but that doesn't mean you can start flirting with her." Her voice was stern, but there was an undercurrent of amusement in it as well. "Just remember to behave yourself this weekend."

"Yeah yeah, no fun," he grumbled good-naturedly. "Can we watch a movie or something now?"

"We'll see about that," she replied, arching an eyebrow. "How about we watch something you like? Any recommendations?" As they settled in to watch a movie together on the oversized TV, Ingrid found herself enjoying their time together more than usual. She smiled warmly at her son as he nestled close beside her, content and happy in her presence. For tonight, she would set aside her worries about his future and simply be his mom. Tomorrow was another day.

"Don't get any ideas," she warned with a wry smile. "Sonja is my friend and I trust her, but that doesn't mean you can start flirting with her." Her voice was stern, but there was an undercurrent of amusement in it as well. "Just remember to behave yourself this weekend."

"Yeah yeah, no fun," he grumbled good-naturedly. "Can we watch a movie or something now?"

"We'll see about that," she replied, arching an eyebrow. "How about we watch something you like? Any recommendations?" As they settled in to watch a movie together on the oversized TV, Ingrid found herself enjoying their time together more than usual. She smiled warmly at her son as he nestled close beside her, content and happy in her presence. For tonight, she would set aside her worries about his future and simply be his mom. Tomorrow was another day.

Her free hand cupped her breast as she leaned in to kiss his neck, moaning softly. "Yes," she whispered roughly between breaths. "I want that too." Her hips began to move in time with her strokes, grinding against him in a primitive rhythm. She could feel the heat building within her, the need for release growing more intense by the moment.

"Mommy wants you so much," she murmured into his ear, nipping at his lobe playfully. "She's going to cum soon."

Her voice husky with arousal, Ingrid guided his hands to her hips and then upward, positioning them on her breasts. "Squeeze," she urged, arching into him as he gripped her tender flesh. "Harder." As he obeyed, she moaned even louder, her movements growing more desperate.

"Let it go," she panted between kisses along his jawline and neck. "Just let it happen."

Her body bucked wildly beneath him, her nails raking down his back as he took her roughly. She cried out in pleasure, her hips meeting each of his thrusts with equal abandon. Her fingers dug into the couch cushions, feeling the fabric begin to tear under her nails.

"Yes," she moaned, "yes... harder..."

Her body trembled as he took her roughly, his powerful thrusts driving them both toward the edge. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving long red welts in their wake. As he pulled back, she felt him brush against something deep inside her, and with a growl of pleasure, she arched her back, meeting his next thrust head-on.

"More," she gasped hoarsely. "Give me more..."