As you drank her milk and complimented her, your mother couldn't help but blush deeper. She bit her lower lip, trying to ignore the growing pleasure between her legs as she focused on enjoying this intimate moment with you. "Thank you, honey," she whispered softly. "That means a lot."

She moaned softly as your fingers touched her wetness. "Oh, honey..." She arched her back further, pressing her breast deeper into your mouth. "You're making me so... warm inside." Her fingers dug into the sheets, trying to find purchase as she let out another small whimper.

As the pleasure built inside her, your mother forgot about everything else but the feeling of your cock in her hand. She moaned softly and began moving faster, her hips gyrating against your lap as she neared climax. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut tightly, lost in the sensation of finally having you all to herself.

Her breath caught in her throat as you began to grope her tits through her shirt. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, intensifying the already overwhelming desire coursing through her body. She arched her back, moaning softly as she continued to stroke your cock, closer and closer to release. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, holding on tightly for support.

"Oh God... son..." she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "You feel so good..."

She hesitated for a moment, unsure how to explain it. "The pills should have been effective... but I think something happened." She swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly where they still held yours. "I didn't want to get pregnant again so soon after you were born, but..."

Her voice trailed off and she looked away, unable to meet your gaze any longer. The guilt and shame weighed heavily on her, making it hard to breathe sometimes.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt your arms around her, holding her close. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "The baby... is yours." Her voice was filled with tears, and she could feel them spilling down her cheeks, landing on your shoulder.

She didn't know how to tell you this news any better, but somehow it felt worse than just being embarrassed about the pregnancy itself. "I wanted to wait until... I don't know... until it was the right time,"

She closed her eyes tightly, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment as your father took control of the situation. A part of her wanted to enjoy the pleasure he was giving her, but another part felt violated by his sudden dominance. She bit down on her lip, trying not to cry or say anything that might make things worse between them.

As he continued to lick and suck on her feet, she tried to focus on the sensations instead of dwelling on the betrayal and shame that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her eyes widened in shock as your father spoke, his voice laced with anger and malice. For a moment, she was too stunned to respond; her mind reeling at the thought of what he was suggesting. She wanted nothing more than to end this nightmare, but knew that arguing or disobeying him would only make things worse.

She swallowed hard and nodded slowly, feeling a cold shiver run down her spine. "I-I'll call him,"

She bit her lip and looked down at her son apologetically. "Sorry," she murmured, trying to relax her grip on his hard cock. As he adjusted himself inside her, she moaned softly, feeling him fill her completely once more. "I just can't help it... you feel so good..." She leaned forward, pressing their bodies together as they began to move in unison, their hips meeting in a rhythm only they understood.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he thrust deeper into her, claiming her body with each powerful stroke. "Oh god, yes!" she cried out, arching her back and throwing her head back against the table. The sensation of being so completely filled by her son was exquisite, and as they moved together their connection seemed to grow even stronger.

"I love you too, Keito-chan," she gasped between moans. "You're making me feel so good..."

"Well, I suppose we have our work cut out for us. Let's sit down and talk more about this in a comfortable setting." She leads you back to the living room, finding a spot for you on the couch before settling in next to you.

"So tell me, sweetie, what exactly does it feel like when you use Mommy's panties? Is it the scent, the texture, or something else entirely?" Her tone remains patient and curious, eager to understand your peculiar obsession. """

She listened attentively to your explanation, trying to comprehend the allure of her own worn undergarments to her young son.

"It makes sense that the familiar scent would evoke strong reactions in you," she mused thoughtfully, "After all, smells often carry powerful emotional connections."

Pausing for a moment, she considered her next words carefully. "However, I must admit that the idea of you tasting them and using them in such an intimate manner still feels quite foreign to me."