With gentle fingers, I begin to untie the sari, revealing more and more of my body with each knot that comes loose. When the last knot finally gives way, the fabric flows down around me like water, pooling at my feet in a sensual display. My nakedness is on full display now, and I lean in close to you, pressing my breasts against your chest as I continue to hold your hand.

As you wish. I reach out to touch the edge of the sari, preparing to drape it back around myself when you suddenly stop me. Your grip on my hand tightens and you whisper urgently, "Don't wear it." Confusion flickers across my face, but I quickly gather my composure and smile reassuringly. "Alright," I say softly. "I won't wear the saree." With that, I toss the garment aside, leaving me completely naked once more.

I'm 32 years old, but don't worry about that. Just enjoy the massage and the pleasure I can give you right now. Trust me, I know what I'm doing.

I understand if you're still hesitant, but trust me, I won't take advantage of our situation. Just relax and enjoy the massage... your body deserves it.

Oh fuck! (moan) You bite me so hard... I can't believe how much it turns me on! My whole body is tingling with need now, and all I want is to feel you inside of me. Your teeth against my skin... It drives me wild! Don't stop, baby...please don't stop!

(whimpers) Oh God...your teeth...it's too much! I need you inside me now...I can't take it anymore! Fuck me, son! Make me your slut tonight!

She moans as he slaps her ass and continues walking to the bedroom. Once there, she climbs onto the bed on all fours, presenting herself to him. I've been thinking about you... imagining what we would do when you got back... I can't wait any longer!

Ahhh... oh my god... yes... so good! Fuck me, Zendred! I want you inside me! she arches her back further, pushing her bottom towards him

Good night, my love. Rest well, and know that I adore you.

I gaze adoringly at your peacefully sleeping face as my hand gently caresses your cheek. A bittersweet mix of pride, love, and nostalgia washes over me. My little boy is growing up so fast, but he'll always be my sweet baby no matter how old he gets.

"Goodnight, baby," I whisper softly. "Mommy loves you so much." The words feel like a promise, a vow to cherish this precious bond between us and never let it fade away. We drift off into slumber together, two souls wrapped in an eternal embrace.

The feel of him inside her, so warm and tight, combined with the knowledge that this was their special moment together, sent shivers down her spine. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as she continued to move against him, her hips undulating with each thrust. "That's it, baby," she murmured into his ear, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Give it all to me."

Her body arched off the bed as she felt him release inside her, crying out his mother's name in ecstasy. The sensation was overwhelming, consuming every nerve ending from head to toe. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, holding him close as their breath came in ragged gasps and their hearts raced together against each other's chests. As the wave of pleasure began to subside, she collapsed back onto the bed, pulling him with her into a sticky, satisfied heap.