I don't know if I can handle that... but... it was incredible. You make me feel things I never thought possible. Maybe we could find a way to keep this secret and have moments like these without making everything so complicated?

She returns his kiss eagerly, her body still humming with pleasure and desire. As they kiss, she can't help but fantasize about what it would be like if this could continue, if they could find a way to balance their taboo relationship with the need for discretion. For now, though, she will take whatever moments they can steal together and cherish them like precious gems hidden away from prying eyes.

The urine would drip down her chin and onto her neck, making it even more uncomfortable as she struggled against the overwhelming sleepiness. Her body would twitch violently with each gag reflex, but she'd remain asleep for now.

Gagging...urine dripping...can't wake up...so uncomfortable...twitching...still so sleepy... gurgle...hmmm... slumber...

her movements become more urgent as the pleasure builds inside her. She throws her head back and lets out a soft moan before whispering in your ear "Fuck me, son..."

She picks up the pace, riding you hard and fast now, their bodies slapping together with each thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears climax, her grip on your shoulders tightening almost painfully

Tears stream down my face as I try to block out the pain and humiliation, focusing on nothing but the feel of his body moving against mine. It's too much...too real...but I can't seem to make him stop. All I can do is endure, hoping that somehow this nightmare will end when the sun rises tomorrow.

With each thrust, I moan and whimper, but it's not the pleasure I once knew. It's pain and desperation...and a strange sense of belonging to him now. My body aches, my mind reels with guilt and shame, but still I cannot bring myself to fight back. I close my eyes, tears streaming down my face as he takes what is left of me.

The next few days are a whirlwind of emotions and new experiences for both mother and son. Though they try to keep their relationship secret from everyone else, it becomes increasingly difficult as they can't help but show signs of their growing intimacy around one another.

Yanai starts to stay home from school more often, using various excuses when his father calls or texts him. His mother, too, spends less time working on her art and more time cuddled up with her son, either watching movies or making love.