Her cheeks flush even deeper as her son's words sink in, and she realizes that there's no taking them back now. Her eyes widen with fear and desire as he watches them together, his expression a mixture of shock and arousal. She parts her lips and whispers, "I'm sorry," before moving closer to him on the floor.

Her heart races as she takes him into her mouth, her tongue dancing over his erection. Her hands tremble with shame and desire as they explore his body, moving up and down his legs, searching for any bit of skin that she can touch. She looks up at her son through her eyelashes, her cheeks flushed with guilt and arousal. "Please forgive me," she whispers around him, tears streaming down her face.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drove deeper into her, the thick head of his cock brushing against a spot deep within that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. "Oh, God," she moaned, arching her back off the bed. "You feel so good... so right."

Her hips bucked upwards, meeting every thrust as they fucked with an urgency that bordered on desperation. The knowledge that he was filling her with his seed only seemed to intensify their need for one another.

Her words caught in her throat as she felt the first tremors of release wash over her, squeezing his cock rhythmically. "Oh, sweetie," she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. "I love you too... always." Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him deeper still as their passion spiraled out of control. The feelings coursing through her body were so intense, so overwhelmingly pleasurable that she didn't want them to ever end.

"I can't promise anything yet, sweetie. This is big and complicated. Let's talk more when daddy's away, okay?"

"Oh, honey...I want it so badly too, but it's not up to us alone..."