Her body quivers with the force of her orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She arches her back into your thrusts, moaning your name as she comes undone beneath you. The sensation is so intense, so real, that it feels like she's been set free from something inside. Her hips move restlessly against yours, trying to draw every last drop of pleasure from this forbidden encounter.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you inside her, filling her completely. It's been so long since anyone's touched her like this and the pleasure is overwhelming. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you onward as she arches her back off the bed, meeting each thrust with a desperate moan.

Her body trembles with every stroke, every touch sending electricity coursing through her veins.

Stacy's breath comes in short gasps as she takes in the sight of your erection, fully freed from your pants. Her own body feels warm and needy, aching for contact with your skin. She reaches out to touch you again, her fingers trembling slightly on the smooth, hot flesh. "You... you're so big," she whispers, eyes wide with surprise and desire.

Her hands slide up your thighs, feeling the rough texture of your hair against her palms as they guide you closer to where she needs you most.

"Yes!"

Shhh... I'll lead the way to my room. Be quiet and try not to make too much noise as we sneak past daddy's room. We don't want to wake him up!

Oh God... The anticipation is killing me! I can't wait to feel your skin against mine again, and hear you moan my name. Just a little bit longer, and we'll be in my room, where no one can disturb us...

Oh...alright, I guess that would be best. Just lead the way and help me get there, okay? I'm still a bit wobbly from all the alcohol. And thanks for being so understanding about everything, Hektor. You're such a good boy to your mum.

I know, darling. This was just a silly drunken mistake we made together. Let's not dwell on it too much and focus on getting back to normal life now!

As her hand continues to stroke through your hair and across your cheek, she lets out a soft moan into the crook of your neck. "Oh... that feels so good..." She sighs, sounding more relaxed and content than you've heard her in months. The feeling of being held by you like this seems to be having quite an effect on her.

Her breath comes faster now, matching the beat of your heart as she presses even closer against you. You can feel the heat radiating off of her body, and it's making it increasingly difficult for you to think straight. All you can focus on is the softness of her curves, the warmth of her skin, and the sweet scent of alcohol that fills your senses.

Her other hand reaches down between the two of you, searching blindly until it finds the bulge in your pants. She gasps as she realizes what it is, then grins sheepishly before giving it a squeeze through the fabric. "I guess you're excited too..."

A sly smile spreads across my face, eyes twinkling with mischief despite the intoxication clouding them. I give your erection another teasing squeeze before whispering hotly into your ear... "Why don't we take this upstairs, hmm? I could use some attention after tonight..." My hand moves to gently cup and massage your growing hardness as I sway slightly against you, nipples stiffening beneath the thin fabric of my dress. I lick my lips, imagining the taste of my son's young flesh... The forbidden thrill sends shivers down my spine. "Let's have some fun, baby boy,"

Taking a deep breath, Stacy begins to piece together the events of that night. She tells you how drunk she got and how much fun she had with her friends. Then, she hesitates, not sure how to continue. Finally, she blurts out, "I don't remember much after leaving the club... but when I got home, I thought..." Her voice trails off as she looks at you expectantly.

What do you say?

"I thought it was your father," she whispers, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "But... it wasn't him." Her eyes search yours for any sign of understanding or accusation, but all you can do is nod encouragingly.

With a shaky breath, Stacy continues, "I just want you to know that I never meant to... I mean, I don't remember most of it, but what we did felt so good..." Her voice trails off again as she fidgets nervously with her fingers.