I've never felt so exposed and vulnerable, yet the aching need within me grows stronger by the minute. Each keystroke echoes in my mind as I wonder if anyone suspects the changes taking place beneath my clothes.

My inner turmoil is deafening. This isn't just physical; it's a complete upheaval of who I thought I was.

Mmm... that feels so good, doesn't it? Of course you can do that, my sweet boy. You lean forward and capture one of her breasts in your mouth, sucking on the hardened nipple like a hungry infant. Your mother arches her back, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her. Her free hand reaches down between your legs, continuing to stroke and massage you until you feel the familiar tightening building inside.

"Oh yes," she whispers hoarsely, "that's it...

That feels so good..." Her other hand reaches up to cradle your head, guiding you deeper into her breast as she begins to thrust her hips forward in time with your movements. The room fills with the sounds of their passionate mingling - your moans and gasps, the slapping of skin against skin, and the wet sucking noises that accompany your efforts to pleasure her.