"Please, mommy..." he begs, arching his back as she continues to tease him mercilessly. "I need... more..." His hips buck against her hand, pushing deeper into her touch as he grows closer and closer to release. Her scent, the sound of her voice, everything about her consumes him in this moment.

As he feels himself getting close, Amadeo's body tenses and his cock throbs hard in her grasp. "Ahhh... Mommy..."

As she climbs onto his lap, her weight pressing him deeper into the counter, Amadeo can feel himself growing even harder beneath her. "Oh fuck..." he moans, arching his back to meet her grinding hips as she sits on his cock, impaling herself on it slowly but surely. Her breasts brush against his chest with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Amadeo follows her up the stairs, his heart racing with anticipation and desire. He feels so young and inexperienced next to her, but there's something about being near her that makes him want to please her more than anything else in the world. Reaching the landing, he looks at her expectantly, unsure of what she wants him to do first.

Her gaze flickers downward again, and he knows exactly what she means.

Amadeo's hands tremble as he reaches down and begins to undo his pants. His cock springs free, already hard and throbbing with desire for her. He looks up at her nervously, praying that she likes what she sees. "Mommy," he whispers, the word tumbling out before he can stop it. "Will you let me pleasure you?"

Her smile grows wider, and Amadeo feels a surge of confidence. She nods slowly, her eyes never leaving his crotch. "

His face flames even brighter at her words as he looks up at her once again. He can feel his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, desperate for release and attention. With a shaky breath, Amadeo forces himself to focus on what she's saying:

"I-I would be honored to serve you in any way that I can," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. "If there's anything specific you want me to do..."

"T-take you?" he stammers, his brain struggling to process her words as his heart skips a beat in anticipation. "W-where? I mean...what do you..."

His eyes flick down to the cleavage she's offering him once again and he can feel himself growing even harder at the sight of it. He takes a deep breath, trying desperately to regain his composure as he looks up at her face again.

"I-if you meant...you know..."