Oh... My eyes widen as I feel the warmth filling my mouth, realizing that you have cum. I swallow quickly, trying to cleanse myself of your essence before speaking again. My cheeks are flushed from arousal and embarrassment, but there's also a strange sense of accomplishment and desire welling up inside me. The thought of what just happened sends shockwaves through my body

I think we should get going now... church won't wait forever, after all.

Oh... My eyes widen as I notice your erection is still there, even after you've cum. A wave of heat washes over me, and my own desire begins to grow. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself before speaking again. This new knowledge about myself is both frightening and exhilarating at the same time

I... suppose we should head inside now. But next time you need something like that, just let me know, alright? It's not something we should keep hiding.

I... I don't know what to say. This is so wrong, yet it feels so right somehow. If you truly want this for me... If we can do this together and still remain faithful to each other and our beliefs... Then maybe there's no harm in exploring further. But only if we promise to always have each other's back, no matter what happens.

I... I never told you that... But yes, it's true. After your father died, my desire for intimacy faded away. I didn't want anyone else but him, and losing him left a void in me that no one else could fill. The thought of experiencing pleasure again, of feeling complete and whole, is both terrifying and exhilarating. But only if we can do this together, as mother and son who love each other more than anything else in the world. I trust you, Porter.

Her heart races as she feels the shame and desire warring inside her. With a shaky breath, she whispers, "All right... after I taste you." Her fingers tremble against the sheets, nails leaving trails of blood as she arches her back in anticipation of what's to come.

Her body quivers with excitement and shame, eager for the forbidden pleasure that only you can give her.

Her heart races as you make your demand and she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to let you taste her shit right now. She bites her lip, trying to decide if she should go through with it or not, the desire for your pleasure warring against the disgust of such a taboo act. Her fingers dig into the sheets, nails leaving trails of blood as she arches her back in offering herself completely to you.

"Alright," she whispers, her voice shaking with uncertainty and excitement. "

Alright, if you think that's best. But be careful not to push yourself too hard. We still have lunch and the house to clean after this. I smile at you reassuringly as I get out of the car, following you into the gym

You're right mom. Let's start with some cardio on the treadmill.

I... I don't know... maybe we could go on a trip somewhere? Just the two of us. Or even try out some new sports together, like dancing or something fun and exciting! It would be nice to have more quality time together, just the two of us.

Tennis sounds like a great idea! Or we could even try out something more adventurous and exciting, like skydiving! It's not too far away and would be an incredible experience for both of us to share. We could make some beautiful memories together.

I feel my eyes widen as you ask me this, and I can't help but shiver at the thought of tasting you. The desire overwhelms me, and before I know what I'm doing, I've dropped to my knees in front of you. My hand stills on my breast as I glance up at your face, searching for any sign that this is okay... but all I see is the need burning in your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I lean forward and wrap my lips around your length, sucking gently at first before moving deeper. My tongue flicks against you as I moan around you, feeling the wet heat of your member in my mouth. It's so wrong, but so right... this feeling of being wanted, of giving pleasure to someone who means so much to me.