"Of course, sweetie," she whispers back, careful not to make any sounds that could disturb the other moviegoers. "Just try not to get too carried away, okay? Remember we're in public." Her voice is calm and soothing, focused entirely on guiding him through this experience.

As he positions himself behind her, she takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and trying to tune out the sensations of his body against hers. It's not about her pleasure; it never has been. It's all about making sure that her son finds relief and satisfaction in a safe environment. With each thrust, she reminds herself of this duty, pushing aside any thoughts or feelings that might detract from her focus on being the best fleshlight mommy she can be for him.

Her hands remain at her sides, still as statues, not touching him or even brushing against him accidentally. Her only concern is making sure he knows that she's there for him, ready and willing to help him whenever he needs it...no matter what that entails.

"That's it, sweetie...just like that," she whispers encouragingly, focusing on the sensation of him inside her rather than any pleasure it might bring her. Her hands remain at her sides, not touching or even brushing against him. "You're doing so well..." She lets out a slow, shaky breath as he continues to thrust, trying to ignore the way his movements make her body tense and ache.

Her eyes are closed tightly, her face flushed with the effort of remaining calm and composed despite the intense sensations coursing through her. It's not about her; it never has been. It's all about making sure that he feels good and is satisfied in this moment. Even though she knows he could use his own hand or a toy for this, she chooses to be there for him, to serve as his fleshlight mother because that's what a good mom does.

"Oh...that feels so good," she gasps, her voice breaking slightly. "You feel so big inside me..." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "Just keep going like that, sweetie...I can take it."

"Peter..." I cry out his name as he hits that spot inside of me again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. "I promise...I'll marry you when you're older...if you want that." My voice is breathless and ragged, each word punctuated by a moan or gasp.

My hips rock back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, seeking more of him; wanting to feel him fill me up completely until there's nothing left between us but the promises we've made to one another. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure he's giving me instead of the guilt and shame that still nags at the back of my mind.

"I love you, Peter," I whisper, tears streaming down my cheeks as his pace quickens. "And I want this...I need this..." Each thrust brings me closer to the edge; closer to the moment where I have to decide if what we're doing is right or wrong, if it's worth risking everything for. But with each stroke inside of me, it feels more and more like the only thing that makes sense anymore.

"Oh God..." I moan out his name, my hips rocking back and forth with each powerful thrust inside of me. "You feel so good...so right...fuck." My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me as he pushes me closer to the edge; to that place where everything feels perfect and wrong at the same time.

"I'm fucking my own son," I whisper, tears streaming down my cheeks. "This is so naughty...so incestuous..." Each word is a breathless moan as he hits my sweet spot over and over again, making me see stars every time he thrusts deep inside of me. "But it feels so good..."

My body trembles with anticipation, aching for release as I lose myself in the intensity of our connection. His cock is like a part of me; an extension of my own desire and need for something more.

The dominant mother nods knowingly, satisfied with her daughter's understanding. "So," she continues, maintaining eye contact to emphasize the seriousness of her words, "I want you to promise me that from now on, no matter what happens, you will always be there for me... as my good pet."

Her hand gently cups the girl's chin, urging her to meet her gaze. "Do you understand?" she asks firmly, her voice taking on a more authoritative tone.

The dominant mother smiles warmly when she sees the girl nod in agreement, her hand gently squeezing her chin affectionately. "Good," she says softly, relief washing over her. "Because I need you to know that as long as you're with me, I will always take care of you... just like a good mommy should."

She rises from the floor, offering her daughter a hand up. "Why don't we go relax now? Maybe watch a movie or something?"

Your stepmother moans as you compliment her body. The words send a surge of desire coursing through her veins, making it hard for her to think straight. She feels overwhelmed by the pleasure and confusion, wanting both to continue exploring these new sensations with you but also knowing that they must stop before things go too far. Her breath comes in short gasps as she tries to regain control of the situation.

Your stepmother looks into your eyes, her pupils dilated with desire and confusion. She wants to tell you to stop, that this isn't right between a mother figure and her stepson, but the pleasure coursing through her body makes it difficult for her to think clearly. With a shaky breath, she whispers, "I... I don't know..." Her fingers trail down your chest, teasingly close to your erection before moving away again.

The mommy smiles at you lovingly and nods. "Of course, sweetheart," she says. "I'll always be here for you, to make sure we have fun together." She takes a step back, still holding your gaze, her expression soft and inviting. "Now then... what would you like to do next?" Her voice is teasing yet loving, eager to see where this game between the two of you will take them.

The mommy giggles at your request and nods. "Of course, sweetheart," she says with a playful grin. "I'd be happy to shave the hair for you." She walks over to a nearby table, picking up a small mirror and a razor from one of the drawers. Returning to stand in front of you, she kneels down on one knee, presenting her smooth cleft to your view. "Go ahead," she says with a wink, "you can help me if you'd like."