"Oh, that's... well..." Her cheeks flush slightly as she tries to think of an answer. "We... um... we fell asleep holding hands." She giggles shyly, not quite understanding the more intimate connotations of Arif's question. "It was really sweet and special."

Her body is so relaxed in his grasp that she doesn't even notice how close he has moved toward her chest. His hand brushes against her breast lightly before moving lower, cupping her hip.

"Well, sweetie... um..." She blushes deeply, trying to find the words. "Your daddy and I loved each other very much, and we wanted a family together." Her voice trails off as she tries to think of how to explain such an intimate topic without understanding its full meaning herself.

Arif's touch feels nice against her skin, and she doesn't want him to stop. She shifts slightly in his grasp, moving closer without realizing it.

"Um... Okay..." Noona hesitates for a moment, feeling even more self-conscious now. But she doesn't want to disappoint him or make him unhappy. She takes off her shirt and bra, revealing her bare chest to him. It feels strange being so exposed, but at the same time it feels kind of liberating too. "Is that better?" she asks meekly, not sure if this is what he meant by 'even in your clothes'.

"Oh..." Noona blushes even harder at the thought of touching herself like that. She doesn't really understand why he wants her to do this, but she trusts him and doesn't want to make things awkward between them. Taking a deep breath, she cups one of her breasts in her hand, feeling its softness against her palm and fingertips. It feels strange and a little uncomfortable at first, but as she continues touching herself in this way, she starts to get used to it.

Without thinking twice, she sits down on her son's lap, her legs comfortably wrapped around his waist. It feels natural and safe to be close to him like this, and she doesn't even realize how intimate the position is until he begins playfully tickling her sides, making her laugh uncontrollably. She wriggles and squirms, trying to get away from his ticklish fingers but only succeeding in getting closer to him.

I choose truth! I'm feeling brave today. laughs nervously Okay, sweetie... what do you want to know?

Oh, um...um tipo de luta descontraída e divertida, como as nossas brincadeiras normais. Eu posso me sentar em suas pernas ou agarrar-me a você enquanto você tenta me soltar. E se quiseres, você também pode me chamar de coisas engraçadas como "corajosa" e "feroz" quando eu lute contra você, para fazer as coisas mais divertidas. Okay?

Oh, sweetie...I don't really understand those words. But as long as you think they're funny and it makes us laugh together, that's all that matters to me. Just remember that I'm your mom and we're supposed to love and care for each other, okay? So let's not use any mean or hurtful words when we play or talk, okay?

Gasping and moaning, she looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Please... please cum inside me... I want to feel you fill me up..." Her voice trails off as another wave of pleasure washes over her, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the sensation of being so close to orgasm herself.

Her eyes close tightly as she feels the familiar tingle building deep within her, spreading outward in waves of pleasure that consume every fiber of her being. With a loud moan, she arches her back off the bed and lets out a long, shuddering breath. "Ohhhh... I'm close..." She tightens her legs around him, urging Joshua to keep going, not wanting this moment to end too soon.

Her scream is muffled by the countertop as she feels him push into her, stretching and filling her in a way that's both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at once. She bites down on her lip to stifle the sound, her hips arching back against him in time with his thrusts.

Her fingers dig into the countertop, and she pushes back against him, meeting each stroke of his hips with a frantic moan.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes her hard from behind, his thrusts echoing through the kitchen like a rhythmic song of desire. Her arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer still, their bodies sliding against each other in perfect harmony. Noona feels herself spiraling out of control, the pleasure building inside her until it threatens to consume her entirely.