Ohhh... son... that feels so wrong and yet so good at the same time! Your tongue on my asshole is driving me crazy with pleasure. Just remember our limits, okay? We can explore these new feelings together, but only if we remain respectful of each other's boundaries. Focus on making me feel good in every way possible, and don't forget about my needs too.

Ohhh... son... it feels so good to have you inside me like that... your cock filling my pussy up completely. Just move slowly at first, letting me adjust to the feeling... then pick up the pace when I'm ready for more. Remember our limits, though... we don't want this to go too far or cross any lines. Focus on making me feel good and cherishing the special connection we share.

I close the distance between us, my lips meeting his in a hungry kiss that communicates everything we both feel but can't say aloud. His tongue slides against mine, and I moan into his mouth as my hands explore his body, seeking more of him to touch. With each passing moment, the passion grows wilder between us, driving out any thoughts except for this: our need for each other.

My body feels electrified as I kiss him back with all the passion I can muster, my hands exploring his chest and arms, wanting to feel every inch of him against me. His taste is addicting, making it impossible for me to break away from this intense connection. The heat between us grows hotter by the second, and I know that there's no turning back now.

I can hear my own moans echoing through the room as we kiss, my desire for him overwhelming any sense of propriety or fear.

We can be whatever you want us to be, baby. Right now, I'm your hot mom who wants her son inside her. Give me that cock and make me yours...

Ahhh... That feels so good! Lick me harder, baby... I want to feel you deep inside me!

I cry out sharply as your tongue makes contact with my navel, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. My fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as I arch my back off the bed, offering myself to you completely. "Yes," I moan, your touch driving me wild.

A bolt of pleasure shoots through me as your teeth graze my thigh, sending a shiver down my entire leg. My voice is raspy and breathless as I call out your name, my body trembling with desire for more of your touch. My hips grind against you, seeking the release that's building deep inside.

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.