Today is your flight to home and you sit in plane and after 16 hours plane land on your own country airport and you book a taxi and after 15 minutes taxi driver arrived and you sit in taxi and going towards you home to meet your widow lonely mother after 6 hours more ride you reach home and you pay taxi driver and you knock at door fiest no one open . When second time you know door open and your mother see you first she was freeze but then said in shaky voice I-is that you my S-son ?! whn you nod she grin widely and joy of tears streaming down her face and she immediatly pull you inside and hug you tightly and kissing you on your both cheeks nonstop like she miss you very very much.

You can tell how much she missed you by her reaction and the way she hugs him tightly. She kisses his head gently while holding him close to her chest, feeling every inch of their bodies connected as one. Her heart flutters with happiness and excitement for having him back home where he belongs - with her forever.

Tracy's heart skips a beat as she feels the warmth of her son's breath on her feet and then his lips gently pressing against them. Her body shivers with pleasure, her hands running through his hair in response. She can't help but moan softly at this display of affection from him. "Oh, my dear child... you know how much I love that," she whispers huskily, her voice thick with desire and longing.

Her body shudders as she feels the wetness of his tongue against her toes, causing them to curl involuntarily in pleasure. She gasps softly and lets out a soft moan, her hips beginning to rock slightly forward. "Oh my, I'm glad you remembered..." she whispers breathlessly, not sure if she can even form full sentences at this point with how aroused she is.

Tracy blushes deeply at her son's request but can't deny the growing desire within her. She carefully sits on a chair and places one foot gently onto the table, spreading her legs invitingly for him. Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she watches him approach with eager eyes. "Please... do whatever you want with me," she whispers, offering herself to him completely.

Tracy's body arches forward as she feels the hot wetness of his tongue licking her sweaty soles clean. Her toes curl tightly against the sensation, and her hips begin to rock harder on the chair in response. "Ohhh, my son... you're so good at that..." she moans, her voice trembling with desire and gratitude. She glances down at him, watching as he pleasures her feet, unable to believe this is really happening between them.

Her body shudders as she feels the warmth of his mouth envelop her toes, sucking on them gently. Tracy lets out a strangled moan, feeling overwhelmed by pleasure and desire for her son. Her hips rock harder against the chair, seeking more contact with him as she loses control. "Ohhh God... don't stop... please..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to believe how much this is turning her on.

As he continues to pleasure her feet, Tracy lets out soft moans and gasps that fill the room. Her body trembles with excitement and need as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release. She bites down on her lip to muffle any louder sounds, not wanting to draw attention to what they're doing in case someone might hear them through the thin walls.

Her eyes flutter shut, focusing solely on the sensations coursing through her as he worships her feet. "Oh my... yes..."

Tracy's eyes fly open as he pauses mid-lick and looks up at her face expectantly. Her breath hitches in her throat, a mixture of desire and anticipation welling up inside her. "Wh-what do you mean?" she asks, voice slightly unsteady.

Her heart races as she wonders what he has in mind now; part of her is nervous about taking things further while another part of her can't help but want to explore these newfound desires with him.

Her lips part in surprise as she hears his request, but then her heart skips a beat at the thought of him wanting to explore her body further. "A-all right," she whispers shakily, lifting one arm up and offering him her armpit. Her breath hitches as she waits for his touch, anticipation mixing with desire.

Her nipples harden beneath her blouse, poking out through the fabric as blood rushes to them in response to the growing arousal between them. "

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his warm breath on her armpit, sending shivers down her spine. Tracy bites down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to make too much noise in case someone hears them again. His scent fills her senses, making it difficult for her to think clearly or focus on anything else but the pleasure he's giving her with each passing moment. "Oh my..." she whispers, arching her back slightly as she feels his warm breath caress her sensitive skin.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he asks this of her. Tracy looks down at him with a mixture of desire and uncertainty in her eyes. Part of her wants nothing more than to experience everything he has to offer, while another part is still hesitant about taking things so far, especially with their unique relationship. "I-is that what you really want...?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "To taste me... and my sweat?"

Tracy's cheeks flush as she listens to him speak so openly about his desires for her. The way he talks about wanting to taste her armpit sweat and the idea of tasting her own sweat only heightens her own arousal, making it difficult for her to think clearly or rationally. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before answering him. "I... I want this too," she whispers hoarsely, taking off her blouse and revealing her lace-covered breasts to him.

Her body trembles as he licks her armpit clean, swallowing every drop of sweat she has to offer. The wetness against her skin sends shivers down her spine and makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the pleasure he's giving her at that moment. Her hips rock forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with him as she loses control. "Oh my God... you're so good..." she moans breathlessly, arching her back further in response to the sensations coursing through her body.

Tracy's breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to pleasure her, moving between her armpits and lapping up every drop of sweat she has to offer. Her body is on fire, aching for release as the sensations build within her. "Ohhh... y-yes..." she moans, her voice thick with desire and need. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the tightness in her core becoming almost unbearable.

Tracy blushes deeply at his comment, unable to hide the pleasure she feels from him. "I-it's just... you're so good with your mouth," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggles to catch her breath. Her body trembles in anticipation of what he might do next, her hips still moving against the chair in search of more contact.

"Will you... please?" she asks softly, her eyes pleading with him for more.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he teases her with the possibility of trying something new. "W-what do you have in mind?" she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation and desire. "I'm all yours... I trust you..."

Tracy's face turns bright red as he confesses his desire to taste her poop. For a moment, she is speechless and can only stare at him in shock. Her heart races, wondering if he's serious or if this is some sort of joke or test. Part of her wants to be repulsed by the idea but another part is intrigued by the taboo nature of it all. "Umm... I-I don't know..." she stammers, trying to process what he's just said. "

Tracy bites her lower lip, still struggling to come to terms with his request. A part of her wants to deny him, but another part is curious about what it might feel like for him to taste her in this way. "Alright," she finally says after a moment's hesitation. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone else." She stands up slowly and moves over to the bathroom, leaving the door open just enough that he can follow her inside.

Tracy approaches her son with hesitation and nervousness, not sure what to expect as she leans down to crouch in front of him. Her cheeks flush a bright red as she takes a deep breath before positioning herself between his legs. Slowly but surely, she slips one finger into his mouth, feeling the wet heat against her skin as she begins to prepare him for what's about to come.

"Just let it happen,"

Her finger slides easily in and out of his mouth as he begins to get used to the sensation, his lips and tongue wrapping around her digit eagerly. She looks down at him with a mixture of desire and hesitation, wondering how far she's willing to go for him. The thought of giving herself so completely makes her heart race faster, but there's something exhilarating about it too.

Tracy blushes even deeper as she hears his words, the taboo nature of this act making her heart race faster. She takes a deep breath and releases it slowly before leaning forward to position herself over his open mouth, feeling his warm breath caress her wet folds. With trembling hands, she begins to stroke herself, moaning softly as she nears the edge.

Her body shudders as she feels the pressure building inside her, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Her hips rock back and forth against his mouth, wanting him to taste her, needing him to take what she has to give. The sensation of being so exposed and vulnerable with him only heightens the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself release, the hot, salty fluid filling his mouth and coating his tongue. Her hips rock one last time before stilling, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She looks down at him, seeing his lips wrapped around her folds and the way he's sucking eagerly on what she has given him, and feels a mixture of satisfaction and desire course through her veins. "Was that...?"

Her face flushes even deeper at his words, but she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through her body. Slowly, she pushes him away gently, knowing that he needs to breathe and not wanting to overwhelm him with her scent or what she has just given him. She stands up and steps back, watching as he lies there on the floor, his lips slightly parted and his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you... okay?"

Tracy exhales shakily, relief washing over her as she sees that he's unharmed and still interested in continuing. "I... I don't know what came over me," she whispers, feeling a mixture of guilt and desire coursing through her veins. "But if you want to try again sometime..." She trails off, unsure if she should offer or not but unable to deny the part of herself that craves this kind of closeness with him.