A surprised gasp escapes her lips as you roughly thrust inside, the suddenness and force of it driving her over the edge. Her body tenses and shudders violently around yours, her moans muffled against the wall as she comes hard, her legs trembling from the intensity of it all. In this moment, there is no mother or son; only two beings united by desire and lust.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as my body adjusts to yours, my voice hoarse from earlier exertion and the pleasure you're giving me now. "Oh god, yes..." I moan, my hips moving instinctively against yours. "I'm all yours... your dirty little whore mother." My fingers dig into the wall behind me as I lose myself in this forbidden bliss with you.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you thrust inside her, filling her up perfectly. She lets out a low moan, arching her hips to meet your movements with equal fervor. "Oh yes..." Her nails dig into the sheets beside her, and she gasps with pleasure as you hit her sweet spot again and again. With each thrust, she feels more and more connected to you, their bond growing stronger by the second.

Her voice is ragged with pleasure as she grips your shoulders tightly. "Yes," she pants, her words barely intelligible. "I stopped... for you." She meets your eyes, her expression earnest and loving. "I wanted this night to be special..." Her breath hitches as you hit a particularly good angle inside her, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. "Oh god," she moans, her body arching off the bed in response to the sensation.